the mask, the vipers beautiful “… she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing." Hélène Cixous look at her straight, and give her back her pleasures, organs territories of the body three not really two + one and none appendages her selves the dreadful guardian coraling invasion the pregnant sea assaulted illuminated border —after Blake, Plate 39 o, rose only when you fall you see him fat, still hungry, ravishing the leaf his muscled being contracting and relaxing arising from the crimson petals erect the bud his bed o, rose bending to the thorn clinging to the stem Kathleen Hellen is the author of The Only Country was the Color of My Skin , the award-winning collection Umberto’s Night , and two chapbooks, The Girl Who Loved Mothra and Pentimento . Featured on Poetry Daily and Verse Daily...