She said to her vegan granddaughter—
I remember when you could make a meatloaf
without being accused of ruining the planet.
She expected a smart aleck reply. Or a lecture
about how meat is dead. Or a list of all the species
that had gone extinct since 1970.
She expected to be blamed, cursed, maybe even
mocked. But the brown-eyed girl just handed her
a cookie and said—
I’m sorry, I’m not your granddaughter.
by Michelle Meyer, from The Book of She
Cover art by Sarah Kiser