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Written By: Teresa Ballard Constellation 04 9.23.09

Two Poems
from: Hide, unpublished manuscript, by Teresa Ballard

I Am Thinking Of My First Deer
A doe, her legs spread open
in the back of my father’s truck,
her body a brown map near blue sky.
My father turns her over and she’s the color of earth.
She is warm and my fingers smell of sage
and blood. I piece her [...]

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