Two Poems

March 3, 2018



I’m not even your peach in Georgia


even a peach pit has a little poison in it

all the fruit I love leeches


say I don’t want


I don’t want

I don’t want babies in a cherry basket


Do you remember the South Carolina peach butt?


            It was a water tower.

            Gaffney. On I-85.


you have one coy feeling

pitched back in the morning a kind of antique


how classic is repeated when I dye blonde


classic American Old Spice classic

the classic American road trip


We can’t talk about coke.

            Because we lived in Atlanta?


sell a scent I don’t expect


chemical homongeny the American dream

a nonorganic orgy over vanilla


You never wear perfume anyway

            Well I remember what’s dead in it.


            When we lived in Atlanta you said

            I don’t appreciate the fun in beauty


I was pissing on an apple tree, how is that not both?


I slash a black marker across a thrifted painting

leaving a friendly chasm in the trees


there’s an orchard

one or two creatures one or two human creatures


a certain gold light lazy on some bark

and the hole I have made


a portal to get out



It’s cute you think you left the farm

take a girl out of…


            It’s cute you mark territory

            like a dog




Occasional Poem


a thousand daffodils / to save your canon / O 

hills the hills a rolling / no eyes / I forget 

to be appropriate / jaundice the eye peak / 

or call it blossoming / to bloom / the false 

logic / to bloom in opposition to breaking / 

a dandelion licks concrete / that’s a symbol / 

that’s you / and you can do better / you can 

bloom / follow those double yellow lines /  

I double / a false positive / an organ  

for judging / a criterion / criteria for hope / 

when I fill a vessel with yellow flowers 

someone will say / a riot of colour / 

my riot is not a threat / judas is painted 

in yellow /soured light /given in a kiss/ 

a thousand youtube videos / to get the gold  

out of your hair / a cool blonde / a cool  

girl /criteria for kowtowing  your natural  

urges / bulb in the snow / the bowl smashed   

to the sidewalk / small flower crushed  

in the book read in childhood /a blossoming  

made virile / made useful / a riot of colour /  

in my vessel / my vex / investing in richer 

shades / against the marble wall / nothing  

splits / oak tree through concrete /  

there is a kind of power / a thousand 

daffodils can’t coward /candescent can-can/ 

the call of criteria cankered / the light  

not yellowed / but gleaming 




Caroline Crew is the author of PINK MUSEUM (Big Lucks, 2015), as well as several chapbooks. Her poetry and essays appear or are forthcoming in Conjunctions, DIAGRAM, and Gulf Coast, among others. Currently, she is pursuing a PhD at Georgia State University, after earning an MA at the University of Oxford and an MFA at UMass-Amherst. She's online here:


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