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In poem after poem he builds and rebuilds a body, a story, a desire that are at once familiar and strange… Bendorf’s poems give us all we have ever wanted, to wake up and feel that the body we are in is ours, that the hands on the ends of our wrists—our body’s gates of tenderness—are large enough to hold in them all the things we have desired. —Natalie Diaz