print previewback GAIL WRONSKY
Breton in Mexico
after meeting Frida Kahlo
Beside the blue of the wall
I’d give you rest—O marvel—from painters’ hands
If you didn’t find me ridiculous
I’ve watched you—profile blazing—crossing the midday street
Whiskered anemones anchored deep in your black-water hair
Silver fingers curling around your wrists
Under the arched whale bones of pallid nights in Mexico
I’ve sent love letters written in the wisdom of obsidian
Night hiding its amethyst teeth in cloud
I’ve shown you my chains the keyless door to my psyche’s chambers
Danced with you under the pepper tree’s sleeves
in slippers of woven grass
Drunk mescal
With you
I’ve faced the stern Trotskys of Russia Leon and Natalia Sedova
Been a tourist of dusk
A tourist of pyramids of markets of memory’s turquoise
Been a foolish man waving goodbye to a window
To surrealism 
Breton in Mexico
Elegy for Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan