Sandra Simonds / Summer J. Hart





 To Take a Lover 
  
 Intricately woven 
     but very soft,
 the suds
      of catastrophe,
 lethargic and hung-
     over like the eucalyptus 
 trees in September, 
      October, gently peeling
 away yet none-
      theless charismatic.
             I was strangely
                 intrigued by          
             poetrylover-
                 inthesky who said
             and I quote…would
                 look much better
             if you didn’t post your
                obvious tit shots.
             Whore…and I quote
                quote quote sleeping
             in the nude, making
      myself revisit 
    the plastic over the air 
 vent or the sluice where
    dreams grind 
 down the skeleton. 
     Who was she, he or they
 and how was it that
      one could flee into
 the beautiful, anonymous
      epithet of the breezeway? 
              Maybe he thought 
                   I loved him.
              No, that is absurd.
                  Maybe she thought 
              I loved her. 
                  It cannot be. 
             The mediocre book       
                  floats before me, 
              and when I try to pull 
                   it to my chest, it 
              evaporates. 
              But I insist!
                  Something must 
                  stay here, some-
              thing con-
                  crete and 
                absolvable. 
   
In the Intricately Woven
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
 To take a lover 
    in winter 
 when it is just
    as hot as summer
 these days which is
    to say the abey-
 ance slipped
    deep into nocturne
 fractals transitioning
    the digital stream
 to the wet body. 
    I have asked 
 far too much 
     of you and now 
 the correspondences
    we once cherished
 have been left 
    in the gulch
 to simmer and dis-
    close, dis-
 close, disclose.
  
   
 Kaleidoscope     
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
In the kaleidoscope
            of walnut trees, 
                     why did 
              I allow myself to
                    meet you just
                to feel more lonely
          afterwards? Face
       reality and all
      of its circuitry—
          doomed to make
             the same er-
                       otic mistakes.
  
   

by Sandra Simonds


Quote Quote Sleeping by Summer J. Hart

From the Artist: “Quote Quote Sleeping” is a 12” x 12” ink, salt, and air drawing on a Tyvek-mounted wood panel. This piece was created in response to Sandra Simonds’ triptych poem, “To Take a Lover in the Intricately Woven Kaleidoscope.” This pairing is part of an ongoing collaboration.


Sandra Simonds is a poet and critic. She is the author of seven books of poetry: Atopia (Wesleyan University Press, 2019), Orlando (Wave Books, 2018), Further Problems with Pleasure, winner of the 2015 Akron Poetry Prize, Steal It Back (Saturnalia Books, 2015), The Sonnets (Bloof Books, 2014), Mother Was a Tragic Girl (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2012), and Warsaw Bikini (Bloof Books, 2009). Her poems have been included in Best American Poetry in 2014 and 2015 and have appeared in many literary journals, including PoetryThe New YorkerAmerican Poetry ReviewChicago ReviewGrantaBoston ReviewPloughsharesFenceCourt Green, and Lana Turner.  She lives in Tallahassee, Florida, and is an associate professor of English and Humanities at Thomas University in Thomasville, Georgia.


Summer J. Hart is an interdisciplinary artist and writer living in Cold Spring, New York. Her written and visual artworks are influenced by folklore, superstition, divination, and forgotten territories reclaimed by nature. She is the author of Boomhouse (2022, The 3rd Thing Press.) Her poetry can be found in WaxwingThe Massachusetts ReviewNorthern New England ReviewDenver Quarterly, and elsewhere. Her mixed-media installations have been featured in galleries including Pen + Brush, NYC; Gitana Rosa Gallery at Paterson Art Factory, Paterson, NJ; and LeMieux Galleries, New Orleans, LA. She is a member of the Listuguj Mi’gmaq First Nation.