White Lady

This entry is part 27 of 37 in the series Une Semaine de Bonté

 

Page 27 of Max Ernst’s Une Semaine de Bonté

My familiars are growing too familiar. Under what cushion have I left my wing of bat? Let all members remember their proper places: I conjure you, you conjure me. The most enduring fictions emerge from consensus—and we’re a family. Talk to me, my long-lost caricature! The armrest has claimed my right hand, as well it should. And my viper has appointed himself to the search committee for a new rat.

muggy night the shadows under a sheet

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2 Replies to “White Lady”

  1. “The most enduring fictions emerge from consensus—and we’re a family.” And “muggy night the shadows under a sheet.” Bravura!

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