NaPoWriMo: Day 18

Today I am going back to the Frida Kahlo stream of thought, with a twist.

Mary McCartney shot this photograph:

Tracey Emin

Tracey Emin


This is Tracey Emin as Frida Kahlo. Also taking into account Jo Bell’s prompt to write with shame in mind. And here is my  poem:


Keep your eyes open for the edging cats

who walk, tall tailed, on the window sill

sew stones in your pockets to make sure

you hit the bank, wear rings on your fingers

your heavy, ornate hands.


The sheets haven’t been washed for three months

they pucker and nose between my feet,

there are stale glasses of water and teddy bears

from fairs with trampled mud, flashing lights and screams.


Pillows compress within the cases

limp and bulky, pummeled into mounds

small bodies that lie restful in the dust

what do they dream as I push my face


into their thickness; sun.






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