\If Coleridge, Plath, Ovid, and Celan started a love commune where they
built a manifesto Molotov cocktail out of the pastoral, eros, blank
verse, and kitsch: it would be this book. A true original, thrilling in
her brash complex feminism and virtuosic in sound and line, Simonds
writes of the lives and desires trod upon by late capitalism and
poetry.\ -Carmen Giménez Smith, 2015 Akron Poetry Prize judge