In her poem “ROYGBIV,” Carrie Murphy writes, “Let’s bet our gold/teeth that the reviews of this book will say it’s too meta/in its movements, too broad in its assumptions./It’s a white girl’s book about being a white girl.” Murphy is indeed self-aware about her second book of poetry, Fat Daisies, but it would be short-sighted to assume that this assessment of the book was the whole story.
This collection grapples with whiteness, womanhood and feminism, being a millennial, how to give a damn about the wrongs of the world in genuine ways, and negotiating this digital age. Sure, the poems in this collection are “meta” but they are also earnest and unapologetic. The lack of pretense in “Twenty Asses,” for example, is so refreshing. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so/materialistic & then I think, well,/that would be depressing./Because nice things are nice. Fat Daisies is one of the nicer things in this world—both a fun read and invigorating.