Art is deep in a cave
nobody bothered to explore.
Out hunting, maybe, you’ll find one
seeking someplace warm for a fire.
You’ll see the buffalo
stampede across the wall
“Must have been spiritual,”
you’ll growl between teeth full of lamb,
“trying to tip the hunting gods in their favor.”
Spiritual, yes. What else drives you
forward into darkness?
What else makes you think art
may be worth more than meat?
Deborah Rocheleau is an English major, Chinese minor, and all-around language fanatic. Her writing has appeared in the Tin House Open Bar, 100 Word Story, Nexus, decomP magazinE, Flights, Treehouse Magazine, and the Boston Literary Magazine. She is currently writing her second contemporary young adult novel. She blogs at deborahrocheleau.wordpress.com.