‘Fakedream’ by Caroline Chavatel​​

Hannah Cohen

O citrus-dreamer, your pulp
in the crevice of my palm.

A poem that illustrates the demented sweetness and exploitation of organ and body, ‘Fakedream’ opens with a quote from Anthony Burgess’s A Clockwork Orange but quickly becomes its own “sweet ticking” organism. Here, you can taste the very language found in words like “rancid”, “[s]weating”, and “squirt”—the slick and disconcerting sounds make the reader an unwitting participant in the surreality of fruit. Indeed, in an age where girl bodies continue to be reduced to bits and parts, Chavatel reminds us “what a time to be / alive and wound.”

Thrush Poetry Journal