After Magritte's 'La trahison des images'
Symbols, letters, graphemes, images
and representations, confused aesthetics,
supposed avant-gardes. The treachery
and vanity of programmatic modernity
makes nonsense of a calligram. The pipe
is not a pipe, a word is not a word,
a symbol isn't what it symbolizes
and no map's adequate. Just like my god,
my girl has no word, her body has no name
nor form, she changes. When I call her one
phoneme she wiggles out, she is not what
I thought she was before. Can a poem hold
her as I'd like to? This is not my beloved,
it's just a representation, is it not?
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