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Friday Kahlo to Marty McConnell

Poet Marty McConnel wrote this poem, in the voice of beloved Frida Kahlo, to herself. It's a beautiful piece on love and loss and the pain we endure on their behalf.

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses.
you make him call before
he visits. you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and…

middle of nowhere

Last night we went to see Kirsten Sim's solo show at Salon91, titled "Middle of Nowhere." Her pieces are beautiful, and there were many that I would have loved to take home with me. Most of them were already sold - before the show even opened! But I was lucky enough to get my hands on the below piece. I can't wait for it come live on my wall when the show is over!