For Frida Kahlo
Frida, dear Frida,
how did you
stand the pain?
What earthquake
cracked you open?
What disaster
smashed the stanchion
of your spine,
filled the air
with dust and rubble?
A monument to will,
corseted and sewn
together, nailed tight.
Bio:
Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Bullshit Literary Magazine, Storyteller’s Refrain, Wilder Literature and others. Her chapbook, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” is available on Amazon.
