Edward Gorey's Boggerslosh
Failing to hide behind sixteen clear empty bottles,
it's a thing we all know exists,
uncertain about
why it does
or what
its
name.
In his studio in Bologna are the bottles Morandi abstracted in paint,
the soul brought out of their bodies, almost dissolving
bodies in one soul. Lovers know
a thing it means, not
nameable
really,
just
known.
