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REVIEW: CAVE – ZACHARY COSBY (BOTTLECAP PRESS)

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“How do you make a person / stop living inside you,” may very well be the central question of Zachary Cosby’s chapbook, Cave (Bottlecap Press, 2015). The easiest way to read these lines might be to view them as a call to self-negation. But Cosby’s work offers a richer alternative and simultaneously begs the question of just who this ‘person’ is. If we can turn briefly from one possible reading of ‘person’ as representative of the somewhat egotistical notion of self—this reading is possible, I think, because other people never actually live inside of us physically—and instead understand ‘person / …living inside you’ as an internalized (and thus also egotistical) version of the other (in this case, literally another person), then perhaps we are about to discover, through Cosby’s lucid, bare bones writing, that the opposite of carrying a projection of the other within us is to live with the other beside us. But why embark on this journey at all? Because, according to Cosby, internalizing the other may create an almost excruciating, somewhat violent life form of its own:

tiny parasites

riot in my stomach.

they gather in kerosene crowds

and hunger.

they want to burn their home

just as their home wants to burn them.

In light of these almost cannibalistic urges, how are we then to make our way from our internalized conception of the other to the living, breathing other beside us? The argument of Cave lies in Cosby’s sometimes visceral language:

i thought your teeth

were soft white linen

pheromone perfume

paper wings on a crucifix

a red gaping cut.

Here, Cosby grounds us in the essence of the corporal body. Even the crucifix, which may under other circumstances bring to mind primarily thoughts of religious (otherworldly?) devotion, serves in this usage to focus the reader on the devotion of the earthy, the tactile, the what-is-standing-next-to-us. Cosby also insists on the very tangible reality of skin, that layer of our bodies that allows us to exercise our sense of touch, and in so doing, to brush up against all other bodies. As Cosby writes, “everything i write sweats / that first time we met. // all things / are made of skin.” A virtual litany follows on the next page, in which Cosby lists everyday objects in groups of threes and then completes each cycle with the single, italicized assertion, “skin.” Through repetition of cycle, in the ever-insistent whisper of “skin,” “skin,” Cosby drives home the point that it is not only our physical bodies, but rather the minutia of everyday bodies (“the carpets,” “guilt smell,” “the ocean”) that have the power to foster connections between us and the other. And this is how we link back into the image of the cave, from which the chapbook takes its name. At the outset of this cycle of poems, we encounter a description of unexplored, unmitigated terrain that threatens to block, to blot out, to overtake. (“you put your head in / but the cave swallowed you.”) By the poem cycle’s end, however, we near another possibility altogether, that of identity suffused into the body of the world—“all things human // leak to silver puddles / around our feet.” Cosby ends his chapbook with lines that indicate our surroundings no longer overwhelm or negate us but rather take on our own characteristics, give us back to ourselves.

About Jenny Drai

Jenny Drai is the author of Letters to Quince (winner of the Deerbird Novella Prize from Artistically Declined Press) and two poetry chapbooks, The New Sorrow Is Less Than the Old Sorrow (Black Lawrence Press) and :Body Wolf: (Horse Less Press). Her first full-length collection of poetry, [the door] is forthcoming soon from Trembling Pillow Press. Two additional collections of poetry are forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press in 2016 and 2017, respectively. Her poetry has been published in American Letters and Commentary, Denver Quarterly, Handsome, New American Writing, and the Volta, as well as in many other journals. You can read other books reviews she's written in Mary, on the Poor Claudia website, and forthcoming in Rain Taxi. She's worked every odd job imaginable and lived all over the place in the US and Germany, currently in Bonn. She's got one novel awaiting publication and is (slowly) making her way through the second draft of another. You can read her occasional musings on the ridiculousness of life at jennydraiisferal.tumblr.com or follow her on Twitter @jenny_drai.

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