Upstairs, God’s dragging
the dining room table
across the clouds. The earth’s a fallen
crumb. Bolts of hunger
arch across the roof.
I fear a war has found me.
No highways, no skyscrapers
dull this Atlantic—
the backyard drowned in green.

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Alessandra Simmons is a PhD student at UW-Milwaukee. She has poems published in The Other Journal, WomenArts Quarterly, Post Road, Limestone and other journals. Her current obsessions are podcasts and apple trees, and she interviews working writers on her blog: alessandrasimmons.com