What if all women try to Steal It Back? America, art, life. They’re in Sephora, on Twitter, at McDonald’s. They’re single mothers and teachers, Catholic schoolgirls and martyrs. And they’re all stealing it back. Sylvia Plath gets a Malibu beach house. Lady Gaga hatches from an egg of triumph. They’re hovering between the tax collectors and the Romantics, between Florida’s lakes and every lavish thing in 17th century France. Steal It Back journeys through America’s factories, its Bed, Bath, and Beyonds, and its homes, where desires rise and fall, where they decide what they will fight for and what they will concede. Steal It Back, Sandra Simond’s fourth poetry collection, is a primal scream that we can’t help but pay attention to.
What if all women try to Steal It Back? America, art, life. They’re in Sephora, on Twitter, at McDonald’s. They’re single mothers and teachers, Catholic schoolgirls and martyrs. And they’re all stealing it back. Sylvia Plath gets a Malibu beach house. Lady Gaga hatches from an egg of triumph. They’re hovering between the tax collectors and the Romantics, between Florida’s lakes and every lavish thing in 17th century France. Steal It Back journeys through America’s factories, its Bed, Bath, and Beyonds, and its homes, where desires rise and fall, where they decide what they will fight for and what they will concede. Steal It Back, Sandra Simond’s fourth poetry collection, is a primal scream that we can’t help but pay attention to.