Mar/Apr 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 2 Poetry |

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From Hendes.   If you crush the bergamot heads with your feet you find your way forward not by seeing. If you clean the coop with the new broom you find no room for the mulched leaves. If you compost everything but meat you cant find the accidentally discarded thing. If you have come undone in order to be reached you find weeds endlessly becoming. If you hunt and skin the deer, if you sew the pelt, you find relief, as when the needle, felt instead of seen, makes its way up from the underseam.

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Sasha Steensen is the author of three books of poetry: House of Deer, A Magic Book, and The Method, all from Fence Books. She lives in Fort Collins, Colorado, where she tends chickens, goats, bees, and children. She serves as a poetry editor for Colorado Review and teaches creative writing and literature at Colorado State University.

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