Aardvark
"..Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue.
They got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess out of you..."
~Bob Dylan, Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
What were you to me back then,
with your tumbled hair and tequila?
Even Dali had his aardvark, led uncomplaining
through the dirty streets of Paris,
a glass-globe feast for insatiable eyes.
Impossible to know
what I was to you.
Your face was hinged,
a door at times standing open,
cracked to show the arid
arabesques of spiders
smiling in Poe's palace. Others
locked and bolted, bare and flash
as clean brass before it's engraved.
All I remember is you held me
like diamonds worked into your arms' ring
there in the tedium of the shelter
among the do-gooders and the riffraff.
The cardboard walls flexed with our love
but when I slipped the rhinestone lead
from your sleek throat
you ran
and the streets of Paris
emptied.
~August 2024
Process note: The photo of Dali shown actually is of he and his pet anteater. Poetic license.
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Images: Dali takes his anteater for a stroll in Paris, 1969 Public Domain
The Smiling Spider, 1887, Odillon Redon, Louvre, Paris Public Domain
