[RealPoetik] Caroline Davidson

[RealPoetik Magazine]

*I Can’t Get No.*



Buckets, I shed buckets of

wet. Listen to new felon

charm, the new man words,


hunt for a face to hide in this

limestone and bug


capital city. Gulp and

consider!  Why here, him,

this capitalist non-think.



I have such thick plans for bursting—

luckily, a workload

allows for

easier constriction.

Sell it!

Sorry, can’t talk

anything when that


glass sits

unoccupied—

when a quoted

Midwest city

shifts on its drum.

You lie

on a small stomach;

that work canoe ride did it.

I should consider the wax smell, instead


I mention Doctor Beak,


 you know, of Rome,

you know? The Plague Doctor?  You

don’t, but I say, “cloves to

defend against miasma,” anyway.

Oh, morning. The want

: to attract cynics who lift me.

Still, unable to

afford a little

guitar, one hotel

hour,

monotypes of girls

who rise from grand

black canals.











Caroline Davidson's poems have appeared in *Coconut*, *Tinge*, Sixth Finch,
*Gulf Stream*, *Robot Melon*, and elsewhere. She is from Ohio, received an
MFA from the University of Colorado-Boulder, and currently sings, writes,
and promotes musicians in one of those places.
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