Sunday, February 26, 2017

one after kahlo

she paints her suicide from
memory, the clouds, the shattered
glass, the broken body

she calls her ex-husband pig
and she calls him lover
and he laughs softly and
always in the arms of another woman

they have no children and
she paints this too, an
emptiness inside a blank expanse,
a sky without air, and she climbs
to the top of the canvas

she jumps

spends the last brilliant seconds
of her life naming stars

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