The Yellow Crevasse

howling feral through the red spectral night
mist
horripilates
your
skin
what have you
sacrificed to
the yellow
crevasse
what tender
flesh flung
down its craggy
throat to feed
sulfuric hunger
burning wild
at its core what
desperate
bargain
measured
to its too-
dear
price
/white as/
/bones/
/the ashes/
/call/
/you/
/still/
petrichor sce
nts the
h
e
a
d
y
a
i
r
blo
od we
eps in
to
d
a
r
k
e
s
t
e
a
r
t
h
*
*
*
green as a demon
your bitter fruit
will
grow

[after Clyfford Still 1944-N No. 2]


In a peony garden, a white woman with green glasses and dark blonde hair is shown from the chin up next to pink peonies in bloom and in bud.

Susan Cronin earned an MFA in poetry from the New School and attended the 2023 Juniper Summer Writing Institute at the University of Massachusetts Amherst. Her poems are forthcoming in Pine Hills Review and have appeared in journals such as Blood Tree Literature, LIGEIA, Southwest Review (2022 Elizabeth Matchett Stover Award), A-Minor, Nashville Review, and DMQ Review.