Day 17 Leonora y Remedios

 How To Be Old: Two Women, Their Husbands, Their Cats, Their Alchemy

by Carrie Frye April 5, 2013

 

“Beauty is a responsibility like anything else, beautiful women have special lives like prime ministers but I don’t want that.”


Today, the writer speaks 

And is debating the difficulty of goats and wolves living together


It is not, she says, as you might expect

That the wolves bite

But that goats refuse to be afraid

Parade and headbutt

And eat eat eat Eat eat 

Dresses, handbags, velvet fodder bourgeois 

In a bloody uprising of yourself 


Oh Remedios

The red of your headdress, queen 

That was a cloud of bloodhair

With stars

A convent education

Again only proved a mess of saints ,

And the dream seed of fucking revolutions


Remember Leonora's discarded face , left

with her mother during her debutante season 

How everyone in England applauded

As a king Groomed her like the dawn horse 

How she shows the biting animal instead


How, in debt and wonderful, 

 Remedios lends borrows her cats

All hundreds of them in colours 

of fire and close smoke

A rage, painting letters in this, like this -


Here we are out in the world, 

me with this beard, you in that wig. 


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