I hope the exit is Joyful!
And – I hope never to return!
From the blue house, my beloved Coyoacán
To a white room
The world splinters in a
What we know is undone.
Eleven fractures, crushed foot.
Spinal column: shattered.
A tilted frame, stretched canvas was my mirror.
In long lonely hours
baptised my pain in oils.
This life, suffering.
Passionate for a faithless man,
I found love between the storms.
Nothing to lose. I stared out at myself.
hummingbirds at my shoulders,
monkeys in my arms.
I wove garlands into my hair,
and painted my lips.
strokes in the retablos.
For Mrs Dorothy Hale
In remembrance of her suicide
And even the devil had my sympathy.
Until I gave up my architecture,
that frail frame.
But mischief even on my Day of the Dead,
defiant on the bonfire. Raised – Woman in flames
I fly beyond the cosmos Joy! I hope never to return!