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4 Poems by Alessandra Simmons

Myth

Words dock
on our tongues.
Our mouths
must be an ocean.
We learn
to pronounce
or drown.


Honey

Bees once were wasps —
wasps are carnivores. Perhaps
years ago, a wasp followed
its prey into the cave-lip
of a flower & found
a golden suitcase
a silent, still sugar.


Myth

In 1917, we sow
three million new gardens.
A speedy victory:
our war,
our hunger,
one.


Honey

Between 1718 & 1786
the e was added to hony —
Its symmetry now golden
stuck to our tongues. A slow
champagne, a dear copper —
talking sweet honey,
the honey of our breath.


Alessandra Simmons is a poetry editor for cream city review and English PhD candidate at UW Milwaukee. This year she was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She has poems published in The Other Journal, WomenArts Quarterly, Rabbit Catastrophe, Hawaii Pacific Review, Limestone and other journals. Her current obsessions are ringneck snakes and pawpaw trees. She interviews working writers on her blog: alessandrasimmons.com

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