Image: Detail from “La Modiste (The Milliner),” Gino Severini, oil on canvas, 1910-1911.
The Spanish Surrealists
are constructing a tesseract
in my wife’s dream
On one spatio-temporal aspect
of this scaffold-girded hypercube,
a scene is depicted
in which we are on our way
to Buenos Aires, via Tierra Del Fuego
to visit the young mathmatician
who is married to a bird
My wife tries to clean
a bit of fuzz off of the poor bird-wife’s neck
with Luis Bunuel’s bent spoon
and accidentally decapitates the bird-wife!
The young mathematician, ever resourceful,
places his headless bird-wife’s little body
and its severed head inside his bright shirt,
next to his heart, and in a moment,
pulls her out of his shirt with a flourish
she flies off, flapping into the cloud-dappled blue
This is a wonderful gem of a poem – perfect pitch.
A sense of motion, a sudden shift, a cheerful ending…altogether ephemeral