A Note to Accompany Dorothea Tanning’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik
"Having no effect on myself,
a mirror erases me. My own touch…"
-Brenda Shaughnessy
[ I give perspective, Sir Real, to provide space for a female on canvas: in
shades & hues unknown to her body. These women will not fade in
pink; spread naked, plump, and up close
-but as distant bones. ]
The rag doll
doesn't bleed,
she soaks up
her identity:
devours the self.
She leans beautiful
in blonde
and sexless
chest exposed
-in fact,
she doesn’t bleed
yet. So she’s thin
or empty. Fill her
up
And her sister
sleep walking
to survive.
Dark soul,
dark hair
unkempt
roots,
wrapped up
in yellow sun-
flowers.
Covered in streams
of unconsciousness
she moans
in green
corridors,
"mi-me-sis"
