a resistance to what's deceptive or elaborate, but the poem opens with a conceit about sex that can't be true: How can sex be composed of landscape and shadow? This poem is very much about how we refuse to see ourselves clearly or sometimes can't, even as others fail to see us clearly, often because of the illusions we present to them as our true selves.from The Washington Post: Poet's Choice: 'Now in Our Most Ordinary Voices' by Carl Phillips
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