DEAR LOUISE,
2.
NO EXIT
Installation by L. Bourgeois, 1989
Like two commas
that cut
a flight of words into halves—
these, too, are fat and slow
guarding the stairwell
with their Sphinx eyes
wrinkled in stagnation—there is no exit for them.
But you still can whisk through
to the stairs
hidden so well behind the screen—
first, train your feet
and then
grow a feather with each step.
9.
BLIND MAN’S BUFF
Sculpture by L. Bourgeois, 1984
Like a canvas sail of the Bateau Ivre
trying to lure besotted gulls from the shore—
s/he wears him
like a three-piece suit
exhibiting two dozen breast-like nodules,
s/he wears her like a polka-dot dress,
the wrappings of light,
the ever-tighter wrappings of the layers (of the real)
parading a semirigid bulge—
rubbing lips underneath the stormy azure
this blooming disease has spread to the North.
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