Three Poems by Lauren Eggert-Crowe

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We know the ocean will stay
awake long after.


I have begun to speak

of light as a character. Always
my hips break their bowl. Tilt:

I pour you into me as light
invades us.


In the garden, chilies suck
red into their waxy hearts. Your heart,

tenacious fennel: Six years ago I loved someone
else. Nine years ago you loved

someone else. We haven’t learned


the names of the seeds.

The way memory bites us, says play, says
need. You said love was alchemy and I said hand

me the spade. I have long since stopped thinking o


f body, yours. Animal means spirit; spirit, breath.
Bend close, you can hear

the leaves animal backwards.



Symmetry, Again.

You be a tank girded with steel.

I will perch on your grate or
the welded navels of your bolts.

You be the hulking battle
creature and I, wispy spangled

machine, will press upon you with
the weight of brine and nectar,

the gravities that pull me up I will push
into your armor.  You will tremble

as if I have turned a key, set your belts
in motion with the burning engine

inside the axle of my long body.




Some of us were cheated of war deaths.
We know how well our weapons work.
Your fingers forget. One switch unlocked.
After training. Mounting the cannon onto the tank.
Heavy enough for six on the ground.
He stood on the bed of the truck, pulled towards.
(Discharge: Someone leaves always.)
His body opened like wings.
Red thistles oxidized in the grass.



Lauren Eggert-Crowe is the reviews editor of TROP, and the author of two poetry chapbooks, The Exhibit, and In the Songbird Laboratory, where these poems were originally published. Her essays appear in The Rumpus, Salon, The Nervous Breakdown, and L.A. Review of Books.

Photo of tank during Korean War courtesy U.S. Army / National Archives. is the world’s first online journal of place, publishing a rich mix of literature, artwork, case studies, and more since 1997.