bolonka :(

Nadia

and then when i lay

in bolonka's plush carpet

not woven by bolonka

but by attendants to bolonka

and felt my girth enveloped

by the fur it was supposed to

saddle, suddenly, there, bolonka

with lucid eyes approached me

through cast-off follicles, pawed

at my scapula, drew me from

my breath, and departing my

terminal body i gasped to see

my cells dancing, flax and cilia

waxing and woven

Bela

Noble bolonka,
Fit for the poor court of
Homely malaise,
Earned longeur worn long-eared, droopily, her silks 
Anointed with sprays 
Of onion in corn oil, eyes
Kohled in brown tears,
Pout bearded brown on white, her own ermine
Heroine on the crest,
She, the shield against
Cracked linoleum (stained with her Highness's self-same excreta) erected, a
Panting monument--
Blameless of shame :(