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With Shells |
after The Birth of Venus, By Sandro Botticelli, 1486
pressed firmly against breasts, I am
emerging from a wave (of hallucination),
my pale skin, a beacon, my hair, a red-
flag warning: Bodecelli’s babe has been
reborn. A modern-day goddess,
shallow as ever, posing for posterity. I am
smiling, icon of irrelevancy. Hold me
to your ear and listen, carefully. The sound
of nothing can be deafening.
copyright 2014
A J
Huffman |
