Darling somewhere between falling asleep and washing the moonlight off i visited a kahlo painting THE WOUNDED DEER, 1946 through devil night mascaraed eyes i tended her 9 arrow wounds like her mexican-indian mother would have if she'd been alive and i kissed her on her sweet sweet red revolutionary mouth like big diego would have if he'd been home and not away in nyc and then i dug up the earth somewhere between the 2 of us and saw our roots connected somewhere between chattanooga and mexico i met frida kahlo and told her she was never alone Jenny Sadre |