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