Henry Ford Hospital, by Frida Kahlo (Mexico) 1932 Henry Ford Hospital outside my window the city goes to sleep husbands and wives turn their lights out and let the day go but like the peach to its pit my flesh still clings let me hold you you’re cold as fresh clay burrowed into yourself dry to the bone moments ago you filled me with life a market of raisins prunes mangos broccoli you grew and grew nails on your fingers and toes a heart b stop then a clank under the kitchen table hit me like a breeze whipping by taking everything with it I held the little cashew to my lips he left a faint taste of licorice bitter until the end my body failed carve out the rest of me this body is a snail take the shell away reveal me bare and flaccid Hannah Wagner Hannah Wagner is a resident of Salem, Massachusetts. She graduated from Salem State University. She is also an actor and can be seen in many productions across the North Shore. Her work has been featured in The Broke Bohemian, Mass Poetry's Poem of the Moment, Door is a Jar, Soundings East, Twyckenham Notes, Still Point Quarterly, Incessant Pipe, Sweet A Literary Confection and others.
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Nancy Murphy
7/29/2020 11:42:37 pm
Stunning work, i really love this poem!
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