Frida Kahlo

I am the steel corset and creased slacks I am the pain disguised in paint vibrant palettes bled by turpentine on drunken tirades, in fits of boredom I am the bewilderment of fading beauty the obedience of grieving the self portraits, naked laden with strangely conflicted expressions a phantom on canvas, the unseen genius agave […]

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blue velvet dress

I must confess I’m the devil  in a blue velvet dress writing pagan poetry  detailed impeccably unnerved by inconsistency idle hands, indian giving its worth admitting  when my axis shifts I go tumbling down a technicolor rabbit hole  misconceptions counted by an invisible metronome landing in a menagerie of careless flattery where rejection is both  […]

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once

I was born, once  and with my first non-amniotic breath I synthesized with the skies  I became the oxygen in my lungs each gasp unconditionally coalescing a girl, a graceful gravitation on that day I became the very air felt by all, seen by none  traveling impulsively to ill advised heights  carrying away my lovers […]

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death to pride

inner monologue’s evolving from serenity to sociopathy as much an infinity symbol as we are a blinking exit sign he says I “refuse to compromise” (and for once he’s not wrong) a wise woman waits but never prays for a consolation prize eventually negotiations nullify he cries “live and let live” I say “live and let […]

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beloved

be still, beloved you, who beguiled with innate ennui a damsel diminished, as a minor cord you, who bequeathed absent turmoil with tenderness, mercy euthanasia to a cornered vixen you, who baptized debauchery instinctively, carving your initials on delicate branches, of genetic code hostile fugue flirtations, indelibly so you, who brutalized a butterfly with clandestine pheromones […]

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corvidae confined

I am a magpie  crooning patsy cline melodies in a gilded cage, engraved tenderly with 1 Corinthians 13 beneath an eastern moon, divided by bars of careless beguiling  I stay, an avian tamed inexplicably courageous, even with clipped wings deeply disoriented by unwise migration  but nurturing daydreams nevertheless of belonging, to a patient sky one […]

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stockholm syndrome

playing peek-a-boo in a hurricane of rebel flags and lullabies she’s swallowed in his eyes where wild, dialated pupils are hung like killing moons disarming by design she’s kept and camouflaged by the fallacy of captivity a favorite among the hostages in a mood of pregnant madness conceived by brilliance and abandon with a self deprecating antagonist handsome […]

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