At the Egyptian Museum of the Vatican
I followed a woman from one room into the next.
With light ahead, her dress became transparent.
What was she wearing? Was she pantyless?
I followed the woman from one room into the next.
She stopped at the foot of a female-faced sarcophagus
with gold-leaf and lapis for its final garment—
she wasn’t its Ka appearing in this world from the next—
just a woman, with light ahead, her dress transparent.