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Hugh Behm-Steinberg
Became solid, what they hid. Before, among rocks,
there was what
you could lift, cups tied to bindles,
enough wood
you could cook with,
smoke rising, the
cars wrecked
and rusting, and someone
looks at you,
and someone says
one of us should
go, and because you had
decent shoes you were chosen, and as
you looked
behind yourself you
watched them, all of them,
turn
into salt.
Hugh Behm-Steinberg's poems have appeared in such places as Crowd, VeRT, Volt, Spork, Cue, Slope,
Aught, Swerve, Fence and Zeek.
He teaches in the writing program at California College
of the
Arts, and his first book, Shy Green
Fields, is forthcoming from No Tell
Books in Fall, 2007.
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