dear frida

Dear Frida,

You had no daughters, and your body was crushed from the waist down. Do you think it was because of this that your work grew like a pink vine out of pain and blood? If that bus had not hit you, would your hands have sewn stitches and healed the sick  instead of painting fuchsia flowers and the ghost skulls of your dreams? Am I selfish to ask this?

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