Lenore Hildebrandt Thinking Potatoes French Fingerlings. Magic Molly. In a shallow box by the window this year’s tubers warm to the thought of growing. They understand fertility as a sequence of moves. Fuzzy sprouts push from the dust-shriveled skin, eyes urge toward an opening. Obliging, I will place each tuber into the soil of their
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