I can be anything. Leave me in the dark. – Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges
I was christened Contessa Sarita Mujer de la Dia de Muertos.
Crones called me often,
my nurse called me Sibyl,
the workers, spoiled and worth it.
The world was my lover, the oyster my best friend.
Women called me wanton,
my husband, cock, tease, rapture,
my wife in the bleak of the night, “So beautiful.”
On my bed of many feathers, wings, many wings
dreaming five fields of chrysanthemums.
Rose-red. Cumulous. Sunrise. Amantillado.
And Flesh, a sixth field of Flesh.
“So beautiful, so very beautiful.”
Fabian Avenarius (Arthur Craven)
1 August 2012