No time for despair, they say

BY ANGELA SIMIONE.

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turning below night-warmed sheets

necessities of conscience

promises, heavy as boots.


clarity of purpose, i whisper

believable as a mother.

an anchor of hope, not a yoke,

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not a noose.

Slip

BY ANGELA SIMIONE.

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I’m going to take your apron from you now.

There is no longer anything for you to clean.

I will give you my shoes.

I will give you my white room.

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Angela Simione is an artist and writer living in New York. She has exhibited nationally and her work is held in private and public collections alike, including The Microsoft Art Collection. She received her BFA with High Distinction in Painting and Drawing from California College of the Arts, San Francisco, in 2008. Her poetry has appeared in New Wave Vomit, Entropy, and  Silenced Press. You can follow her on Instagram @angelasimione.