The riffing, run-at-the-mouth quality of Sandra Simonds’s acerbic, indulgent work is exactly the style to broaden contemporary poetry’s appeal. The author of three previous collections, Simonds teaches English and Humanities at Thomas University in Georgia.
Some sort of giantess shot out of the lake with a yellow feather attached to her big toe.
Made me want to drink and listen to country music even though I’m pregnant.
Have I become this Southern and trashy? Can the paw of a tulip grow
from the mouth of a dead dog? Oh little shepherd boy
of the valley, Oh little Christian checkout boy,
Oh little green apron boy with the crappy gray eyes, let’s watch
the sunrise over Georgia. Gave poetry book I hate five stars on Goodreads; I am
such a liar!
What if I step on a syringe and get a disease?
Who’s going to give me a lot of money so I can quit my day job and write this poetry?
A log truck rolled over on my commute
and out spilled the lake trying to communicate by
dragging her circular pilgrims underwater.
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