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“‘Thirst’ was written with Brenda Shaughnessy’s and Megin Jimenez’s Arcana poems on my mind. I drew ‘Temperance’ from a Tarot deck and this poem was born.”
Laura Cronk


Unclouded third eye and lush
red wings.  I’m pouring water
from cup to cup.

This is the water we are meant
to drink with the other animals.
There are daffodils by the water,

a road leading from the water
to the shining crown of the sun.
My white hospital gown—

off-the-rack and totally sane.
My foot unsteady, though,
heel held aloft, missing its stiletto.

Nine months sober emblazoned
on my flat chest in red
below girlish curls and mannish chin.

You can’t see my eyes. 
You’ve never seen them.

Copyright © 2015 by Laura Cronk. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2015 by Laura Cronk. Used with permission of the author.

Laura Cronk

Laura Cronk

Laura Cronk is the author of Having Been an Accomplice (Persea Books, 2012). She coordinates the undergraduate writing curriculum at The New School and lives in Jersey City, New Jersey.

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Darling, you are the world's fresh ornament.
Ne'er a bigger bloom could a seeker find
Than this that you, dear fool, have on displayment.
The displacement of my gentle mind
To boudoir regions, gaudy cunning luxury,
Has my old self-substantial petrol in short supply.
To run this rearing gal, the new polished