OPEN-BRAIN SURGERY

after "My Birth" (1937) by Frida Kahlo

a trash bag full of stars sits under my bed

these are my children

& this is my nest

come bluebird

sneak snake

lick lightning at the sticks made from

cotton and whitened feather

i guard them

i mother

they suckle

they rest

inside me

this is Genesis, with no wounds

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i don't really like this poem but i love frida kahlo boo i love the idea of creating a pronounced version of yourself of how you are and feel represented in art i love that quote about "painting her own reality" in response to people trying to label her as surrealist that's what we're all doing painting our own realities 

if u could have any artists' style whose would you choose? 

please pray for the souls lost in this horrible horrible situation in manchester may Christ be the strength of their families and loved ones