Poem: Frida’s Brow


Frida

Frida’s Brow

An uncomfortable recess

lay between past and present

mother and father

adoration and infidelity

 

Greater still was the chasm

Yawning

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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