"Put Muse Here" by Amy Pence
Dali renders Dante's Beatrice with
his beloved's form, face obscured. Uses
grisaille, a netting & rivulet to dress her
ginger-crisp: a locust shell split. Then
there's me: putting another face where the Dark
should be, like dreaming (an Emma Bovary),
of punctuation. The colon: two faces one-upon-
one, the loeck in the door, a figment well-oiled.
In the slash / my avarice: cut (an Emily Bronte)
window across which I rub my wrist.
Then there's the period- the body's
rush to an ending. The Thee (and Emily Dickinson)
through which the self moves-
finds the mouth, fills the face, enters in.
My improv':
Ars Poetica
Insert Muse Here:
between an old-dead-white-guy's iambic
pentameter and fresh Adam free-verse
irony. Perhaps above the black print, just
below the black line along the white page--
cliffing diving off the enjambed, or playing hide-
and-seek amoungst the internal slither of words.
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