after Frida Kahlo
On a slivered bench by the river, you waited
for the Piscine mush – the arcanum – who if seen,
could be something other than what’s seen,
that life cycle, that masked extinction, that onus.
Then you saw it: doves (winged fish?)
offering gilded cesti (the shine like minnows!)
life’s wish embossed in Heiroglyph:
revelatory and incomprehensible!
Irony – Titian’s lady-curves –
your tie to earth, to body.