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Broken Column - Nolcha Fox

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.


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.

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