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Sandra Simonds

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Sandra Simonds is the author of Orlando (Wave Books, 2018), Further Problems with Pleasure (University of Akron Press, 2017), Steal It Back (Saturnalia Books, 2015) and Mother Was a Tragic Girl (Cleveland State University Press, 2012). Her next collection, Atopia, is forthcoming from Wesleyan University Press in the fall of 2019. She teaches at Thomas University and lives in Tallahassee, Florida. 

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Maybe silence adds to the pain
and maybe pain adds to the sea
and maybe the sea is only a reflection
of a ruin today
where the mind is unable to make out
how things used to be for us:
complete, with deities, a kind of 
order. Oh never mind the ATMs 
scattered throughout the medieval town
or the street art sprayed
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Maybe the world will not be saved.
It will not be saved. Its commerce, its
every case also
moves into its geology
and then that geology moves
into some great exit of slowing
clocks and the history of saved light.

Listen, I’m not crazy. I want you to save
something for

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Locked in the beauty of the pearl, far from frail,
         these people who claim to love us still
they don’t give up much, do they, sealed? To eradicate class—
      the looking glass of it, the complex glare: “Let me introduce
xxx, impoverished poet.” Winter let up
     like a terrible

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