Cathryn Cofell & Sylvia Cavanaugh
An Exquisite Corpse
In one week I lost three things: makeup brush, spirit stone, jump drive.
Some would say who cares about a brush or a rock,
but the failed stars have coalesced
in our bodies and they want to preen, to gather
like braids, like a 32-gigabyte mass migration, lemmings.
But that’s a lie, about lemmings. They don’t want to die.
It's just the thrill of muscled fur against fur
caught up in wild flight, the way fright can blind.
Not looking for what’s been lost is another kind
of blind, but I know gone when I see it.
It's about having seen too little, in the end,
and our thirsty drive to be seen.
Cathryn Cofell is an Appleton poet with one full-length collection called Sister Satellite, six chapbooks, numerous awards and a music/poetry CD. www.cathryncofell.com.
Sylvia Cavanaugh teaches high school cultural studies and has advised breakdancers and poets. She is interested in how cultures move through place and time. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems have appeared in various periodicals and anthologies. She is a Contributing Editor for Verse-Virtual: An Online Community Journal of Poetry.