Poem: Frida’s Brow


Frida’s Brow

An uncomfortable recess

lay between past and present

mother and father

adoration and infidelity


Greater still was the chasm


between agony and ecstasy

cleft in two

at the point of a metal rod


Even the paintings

methodically dissociated from themselves

“acid and tender”

shattered mirrors of  love and life bisected.


Only a sharp, thick, glossy bar of ebony

to unite warring factions

connect the dots

between a being of two minds

and two spirits.


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