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In My Museum By Phyllis Henry-Jordan
Tuesday December 27, 2005
I am that stately woman
in Perugino’s frescoes,
standing without relation
to the figure of God.
My robes have violent folds
that seem to state as follows:
I now stand in relation
only to myself.
Or are my conscious contours
curiously belied,
Some wild astigmation
of my mind’s eye?
