it's terrifying

she is the woman that launched a thousand theories

it's some kind of freak show,
she's there but not there,
a wanton but withdrawn shadow
warrior who is in front of the camera,
behind it, over your shoulder and in your face

spontaneity, humor, mockery,
paradox, sarcasm, mischief,
a bloodsucking yearning permeates
every cell of her entire body

she exists outside the natural world,
disposed to reprogram her appearance according to
various sensory perceptions that include
arresting boldness, eye-catching language,
trends, posh illumination, daring courage

the best-known, most prominent, as a rule,
she uses condemning good looks to get what she’s after,
she has a ruthless one-track mind
whose influences of surveillance
distorts us with a con artist’s colonnade of examples of
imaginary beings, tools and dorks, phantoms,
historical characters, dead people she sees

today, she's essentially doing what
she's done since i have known her,
taking photographs of herself in female drag,
she is a siren, a sorceress, a femme-fatale
a female-impersonator par excellence,
a shape-shifting, attention-getting gremlin on the
back of the world

she pushes herself into every little carcass,
her particles, her bits and pieces,
releasing her archangel,
celestial beings swarm into the world,
even when i've spoken to her in person,
she seems to repeatedly conceal and mask herself,
and then reconstitutes herself before my eyes,
it's terrifying and i like her that way