Your Body is my Temple
(Malerei)
Today I wash, whishing to be trapped in a vintage Chiaperelli perfume bottle, in a Louis the 14th disguise as one of 33 collectible dolls, composite beings—half animal half sex puppet and of course I would be a Centaurina The perfume would belong to a lesbian Parisian communist, an Anaïs Nin character She invites her girlfriends over every day and they talk about commodity fetishism and the world revolution and they do believe in it and have an orgy afterwards They are well-heeled, educated people the proletariat never gets a voice that’s why they have to speak for them, sadly I however would just be a trapped Centaurina, forced to spend my lifetime in the abundance of the perfume bottle, unable to help them win the revolution What a beautifully awful life that would be.
