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Poetry  – 

In the Beeswax Room

Melissa Balmain

for Gina Ingoglia Weiner (1938–2015)

The Laib Wax Room, lined with fragrant beeswax and illuminated by a single bare light bulb, is the first permanently installed artwork at the Phillips since the Rothko Room in 1960.
—The Phillips Collection

Within these golden walls, this honey scent,
no anxious question makes my head go numb,
no frantic, topsy-turvy argument.
The sound, the only sound, is my blood’s hum.

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