Article taken from Issue #36 || Autumn 2016
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A hunger for green things|
starts in the toes,
lingers at the hedges
on deersoft steps.

She waits for nightcover
to track past clover and henbit,

to garden lettuces and parsley
and strips them down to topsoil.

The hunger for knowings
starts in the fingers,
plucks every thou-shalt-not,

holds each petal on her tongue
like a sacrament:

He loves me.
He loves me not.

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Lindsay Lusby is the author of the chapbook Imago (Dancing Girl Press, 2014) and winner of the 2015 Fairy Tale Review Award in Poetry, judged by Joyelle McSweeney. Her poems have appeared most recently in North Dakota Quarterly, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Third Point Press, Sugar House Review, The Lumberyard, Fairy Tale Review, and elsewhere. She is the assistant director of the Rose O’Neill Literary House at Washington College, where she serves as assistant editor for the Literary House Press and managing editor for Cherry Tree.

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