What Makes a Woman Beautiful
Pennywhistle, Santa Fe, 1993
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A Frida Kahlo/Diego Rivera Night

Last night you woke me, Diego Rivera
on TV. Wrapped me in blankets, fed me
tea. At last I was cared for the way
an artist ought to live. Catered to,
my vision understood in primacy.

Women need a love like this. I look past you
to their love crimes. How impossible they were
to one another. What fuel. Frida in color
footage in New York, Rockefeller Center.
Voice over says he had three loves: painting,

Frida, and women. My eyes on a Mexican full moon.
Making love, my breasts become Diego Rivera's eyes.
As he grew old, they fell from his head
from so much looking. I see the world this way,
led by my breasts to love. Smell with my heart.