Two Poems By: Emily Toder

New writing this week comes in the form an unlikely and unsettling love letter to a Norfolk seaside town via Brooklyn-based poet Emily Toder

Emily Toder was born in Manhattan. Her first collection, Science, was published by Coconut Books in 2012.

Her second, Beachy Head, is due out from same later this year.

Cromer

Popular, unpopular Cromer

beats in grey

heavily to the chest

sanding its salt

in the real soft

blooded among us

It’s a coastal town

It’s a place of hard grey cliff

secretly I believe its lure

lies half mostly to me

In its mute tides

In its colorless livid tides

In its quiet neap tides

I cannot decipher

what lure it has to others

To me it is very simple

To me it is utterly awful

How I could see the wharf

and I was unaffected

by the violence


Cromer II

Why does Cromer still exist?

Cause it’s on the earth

enough above the sea

My regret

does not suit

the word

but the word is mine now

and it walks out onto the wharf

and it guts the fish

and it wraps the fish in news

and it is friends with the chess

I am not the only woman

in the world

I realize

Did you think I thought

I was the only woman in the world?

My mother

is the only woman

in the world

Did you think I thought I was?

My father thinks this

I never thought this

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