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      October 21, 2020HummingbirdSam Burt

      the counter filled with regulars, I tip
      silently over its edge
      a cork chirps in the bartender’s palm
      as she unpierces its screw
      squeak of wood against metal
      of hand held to animal
      sound of my father cupping
      the cat-bloodied hummingbird
      through our back lawn as its
      wings beat
      his hands like a heart

      from #69 - Fall 2020

      Sam Burt

      “With no certainty on my future’s direction, and no prospects related to my Russian major, I began working at a deli immediately after finishing my undergrad. In the three years since, I have worked as a pastry chef and now as a cheesemonger. In the last week of my college education, I asked my poetry professor what he thought about pursuing graduate school immediately after college. He told me to spend two years working a menial, degrading job. If you find yourself turning back toward poetry, he said, then you know it’s the right path. About a year into my work in food service I felt that tug. I needed to express and create beyond my daily grind. I began working harder than ever on my poetry, reading more broadly and experimenting with tone and style and form. While working in food pays the bills, it most importantly drives me to reach for a future in poetry. I’ve just finished my graduate school applications and look forward to hearing back.”