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Karen Rigby (2007)
         
"Borscht" Throw a bone in the crock. Cut onions, bon-voyage streamers, rub tendons with marjoram and cabbage soft enough to tear on my tongue. Give me the good stink of root cellar and white night, soup so crimson I could paint the walls: blood from the mink farms, hands riveting bolts to the gunwale of a ship. Public beatings in Yevtushenko's Babi Yar. Borscht steams like a horse combed to a rich gloss for the May Day parade. Once, on a tour of the Orthodox domes, a bicyclist rode past balancing his green gardener's pail between the handlebars. Potatos and a newborn dog bedded on newsprint. The man could hardly steer with the weight of his gifts. Country of exiles, bath houses, blood of the czars-- I raise the bowl and drink to the steppe's red beets.  
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Karen Rigby was born in the Republic of Panama in 1979. Her first chapbook, Festival Bone, was published in 2004. Other poems have appeared in journals including Field, New England Review, Black Warrior Review, and Swink. In 2006, she received a full fellowship from the Vermont Studio Center and a Greater Pittsburgh Arts Council artist opportunity grant. Karen holds an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Minnesota and a BA in Creative Writing from Carnegie Mellon University. Photo courtesy of the author
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