Le Comte St Genois: Christian Schad
Le Comte can fool us, French Lieutenant in a tux, his sleek hair, blinding pocket square, his ladies’ lethal kohl-eyed stares, their bodies visible through gauzy peau de soie, pink leaves, are sexy, rose et vert. They have, this group, three noses from which to look down on us. Behind them, Paris, Berlin, any New Objective city, lurks and looms. They stand apart and glow. Are they translucent, shining, meant to gather an admiring view, or are they vacant and transparent, prisoners of their hauteur and ennui. by Wendy T. Carlisle Wendy Taylor Carlisle lives in the Arkansas Ozarks. She is the author of two books, Reading Berryman to the Dog and Discount Fireworks (both Jacaranda Books). Her most recent chapbook is Persephone on the Metro, (MadHat Press, 2014.) For more information, check her website at www.wendytaylorcarlisle.com.
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