The Cambridge Writers’ Workshop is busy at the Association of Writers’ and Writers Programs Conference in Minneapolis this week, but while we’re not promoting our upcoming retreats or our CREDO anthology, we’re encouraging visitors to contribute to our exquisite corpse poem. Every day, we’ll post a new poem to the website. You can read Thursday’s poem here and Friday’s poem here.
Saturday’s CWW AWP “Corps Exquis”
I am a man weighed down by burden
of the unphysical sort, buckets of oil spelunking
on their own minus the centrifuge of dystopian
The spine is linked with marshmallows
melted over the sweet potato pie of ravaded
…swallowing dust, digging dirt,
her white dress soiled, soul tainted…
eyes like tangerines, a Parliament
between her teeth, “Kill me,” she
screams into the asphalt.
My eyes are dried into raisins.