“Inside Frida Kahlo’s Body” by Mercedes Lawry
Wildfires are burning, children
are returning to the womb
and birds are having their wings plucked
slowly, feather by feather,
keeping silent. The old rich men
would never understand.
Shadows will eclipse the heart
but something else is missing.
Pain is a career and the interpretation
fills canvas after canvas.
Love is an echo of that pain.
Where does she put it all,
the fire and the knives? At times
the blood sings all night long
and nobody sleeps, nobody dares.
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Mercedes Lawry Artist Statement:
Mercedes Lawry has published poetry in such journals as Poetry, Nimrod, Prairie
Schooner, Poetry East, Natural Bridge, and others. Thrice-nominated for a Pushcart
Prize, she’s published two chapbooks, most recently “Happy Darkness”. She’s also
published short fiction, essays and stories and poems for children and lives in Seattle.
