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Prince

'This Thing Called Life'

Poetry Inspired by the
Music and Spirit of Prince

Prince Rogers Nelson
1958-2016

 

Allison Cobb
Poem

About the Poet


Allison Cobb is the author of: and After We All Died (Ahsahta Press, 2016), which was a finalist for the 2015 National Poetry Series; Plastic: an autobiography (Essay Press, 2015); Green-Wood (Factory School, 2010); and Born2 (Chax Press, 2004).

She was a 2015 Djerassi Resident Artist, a 2014 Playa Resident Artist, a 2011 Individual Artist Fellow from the Oregon Arts Commission, and a 2009 New York Foundation for the Arts Fellow.

Cobb works for the Environmental Defense Fund. She lives in Portland, Ore., where she co-curates The Switch reading series.

 


Spring 2017 »
On Loss
by Allison Cobb

 

This

world span

rain. I mean

how the breath

can quit. It comes

and goes you don’t

believe it

stops. That mark

stays on

your face.

That face

that died

in your chest.

The limb—did

she think

of how

it looked? The toes

she once

could always

stare at. Pick.

She felt

its ghost

foot walking

Earth—which is

a missing

thought. The single

cell consuming

light becomes from

want—that force—

a Prince. His

mouth and eyes

his chest, the sound

he tears up

from in

side him—shriek

that tugs

my guts

from the soil

of fuck

and fight. Dance

that filled

my hips—the bone

bowl brimming

up. I felt

I—no. I never

felt your

wordless

mouth. I did.

It lit

me to

my core. I burned—

a wick

of want. I snuffed

it out

myself. That dark.

That’s loss.

 

 

 

~

Allison Cobb ~

 

 

 

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