Self-Portrait as Hymenopus Coronatus Curled Inside a Thai Orchid

on the coast I see ribbon braids like war banners
with stars & bows & sharp beads that resemble
medusoid beasts not hissing upright & grey
but noble & neon jewel-fitted like relics

with stars & bows & sharp beads that resemble
tiered cakes and rose custards when coiled
in chignons   :   noble & neon jewel-fitted like relics
as a child I begged my mom to adorn my head

like a tiered cake or rose custard when coiled
for ballet or war   :   pops of pink & peach thread
& as a child I begged my mom to adorn my head
Freud wrote that braiding is the arena of women

like ballet & war   :   pops of pink & peach thread
all colors that screech their arrival from afar
Freud wrote that braiding is the arena of women
the only craft we both invented & truly mastered

we weave colors that screech their arrival from afar
like the orchid mantis ripping the head off her mate
the only craft we both invented & truly mastered
a patient assassin disguised within a ready blossom

there’s the orchid mantis ripping the head off a butterfly
because inside of each woman’s bun is a weapon   :
a patient assassin disguised within a ready blossom
see the ribbon braids like war banners, all sharp stars & bows.


Rita Mookerjee is an Assistant Professor of Interdisciplinary Studies at Worcester State University. She is the winner of the 2023 Steel Toe Books Poetry Award and the author of False Offering (JackLeg Press). Her poems can be found in CALYX, Copper Nickel, Poet Lore, New Orleans Review, and the Offing. She covets Cadbury Eggs.

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