Frida Kahlo

One night I met Frida Kahlo

With her androgynous beauty

From nowhere, out of the deep forests

Of the surrealistic cities

And the ancient empireless universality,

We drowned in a bath of radiant flowers.

We framed lithographies of ourselves

Minus our marble sculpted chins

We put them on the walls of snow

We look through the holes we had to make

And we saw people very unlike our teachers

Oh watch out, the walls are falling!

The swallows understood no language

Except the mind of allegory

We talked but rejected is without fear

“Frida what can make you change your mind

Still to become a Flemish hero?”

“Death will prohibit it, and I am grateful.”