Madame X

 I

Vain Artemis
lacquered in lavender
and crowned by the moon.
I know where YOU are,
but whatever became of 
your lovely dress?

II

Heated, her 

ear the color of 

nipple and forbidden 

velvet cannon

is rearranged to

become a mouth.

III 

Pappa est mort.

Valentine est mort.

Grandemere est mort.

I am the lean

                     i

                       n

                         g

tower of women,

catch

me.

IV

Exotically positioned,

erotically charged,

her ivory is being dissected 

by darkness.

HOW FRIGHTENING!

Shadow is eating 

her alive. 

V

Death,

show me your face.

VI.

Victorians digested arsenic 

to preserve their 

white death complexion.

Researching this 

vulgar vulnerability

Google waved 

a white banner

NEW MOTHERS, HELP IS HERE

BABY NAMES HERE.

A new onset of 

consumption suggests

How about Virginie?

VII

Once you ruined Sargent's career

and now you define it. 

Which made you more proud?

[2003]