This is my glass
This is my face
one hand of one hand
steadying the brow
all morning an orange miracle of pietas
and petals, an ark for each jeweled prisoner
each foot, each elbow, each clever coin
a covenant between whole fruit & puckered skin
This is my cup
This is my hoax
here is my spinal column in a birdcage
of plaster -- my back abloom
red flower
my astonished heart
better than death
one winged myth
I uncoil one pitch forked braid
near the shaking of the skulls
shelled beans line my casket wall
wrapped tight I've hid beneath the silt
learning a new language
unearthed like a sacrificed lamb
This is my hoof
This is my sweater

kahlo's self portrait with hair down



megan
burns