Ekphrastic after Grimm's Fairy Tales: The Frog King, John Baldessari
Where is this princess
Who turns frogs into princes?
She is neither in water nor sky
Nor comatose on a cement slab.
Blood on the pillow
In the shape of desire
Drips onto white cotton sheets.
All that is left of her
Is the stain.
All that is left of me
Withers like a lily
In an empty glass bowl.