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Sawdust
Why not lindendust, hackberry, hemlock, live oak, maple, why name the remains after the blade, not what it cut— only now do I see that the air is full of small sharp stars pinwheeling through every living thing that gets in their way.
From Sharp Stars by Sharon Bryant. Copyright © 2009 by Sharon Bryant. Used by permission of BOA Editions Ltd.
From Sharp Stars by Sharon Bryant. Copyright © 2009 by Sharon Bryant. Used by permission of BOA Editions Ltd.