[“Rape” by Magritte 1934]
THE AGING QUEEN AT HER VANITY
Replete in too much dignity, upright
upon a pearl-pocked chair, the queen reviews
herself–a head of colors, red in speckles,
rosy taffeta in creases spread
in webs along her nose. Two crevices
commence their digging,
trench encamped about the mouth.
Blanch the trenches!
Smear the speckled head with white.
Slip into a Sleeping Beauty sopor
and dream of princes, promising
a yeasty conflagration when she rises.
They’ll dig along the lines of former laughter,
moans–a velvet doughy knowledge of her body–
but can’t return her flown reflection of her virgin self.