"Unos cuantos piquetitos by Frida Kahlo (1934)"
by Diana Torres
She’s
not the first and
surely
will not
be the last
that ends up
scattered
and
maimed
and
tethered
between
life and death
because of
love
or at least
that’s what
they
always say it is
it’s always
they
and
him and his and he
and they believe
it
rather than seeing what’s in the frame
and outside of it
too
the life that gives
the life that spills
the life that pours
out from
her mouth
or rather the blood
dribbling directly from
the knife
that snips and clips and
nips her in the bud.
Diana Torres is from borderland El Paso, Tx. She studies English at New Mexico State University and is one of DiN's poetry editors.
I visited La Casa-Museo de Frida Kahlo en 1984; it is in Coyoacán near La Casa-Museo de Trotsky, Josef Stalin’s exiled rival. I found out about Frida Kahlo before Salma Hayek made her famous because while attending college in Nebraska of all places, I had a Mexican friend from Coyoacán, Carolina Espegel-Sherman.