I’m creating myself so that self is no longer a creation full of moles and placentas. I find a soul who couldn’t say what was most beautiful though she supposed any most beautiful is itself flawed and what am I but filled with emerald filled with a star-like sparkle where no holes should be. And what are those holes but repositories of every little thing I never did. One’s past is not something one has, but something one undergoes. I am told what lies under the belly should be whole, but what lies under my belly, I’ve said, is emerald. What if I bring this baby out and find a honeycomb?
Sasha Steensen is the author of The Method (Fence Books, 2008), A Magic Book, which won the Alberta duPont Bonsal Prize (Fence Books, 2004), The Future of an Illusion (Dos Press, 2008), and correspondence (with Gordon Hadfield, Handwritten Press, 2004). Her work has appeared in numerous journals, including Denver Quarterly, Aufgabe, Goodfoot, Free Verse, Slope, Shearsman, Shiny, and La Petit Zine. Steensen co-edits Bonfire Press (bonfirepress.colostate.edu), and she serves as one of the poetry editors for Colorado Review. She teaches poetry workshops, literature courses, letterpress printing, and bookmaking at Colorado State University.