Frida Kahlo Tattoo by Kelli Russell Agodon I wear a temporary tattoo of Frida Kahlo believing I can change the world and if not the world, then a lightbulb, the channel, change the binoculars from blurry to focused gaze. Im walking through a museum wishing I were someone else, trying to determine if inspiration is taught or a god-given gift. Either way, Im tired. Frida and a stranger take notes on my insecurities, Frida and the museum guard, Frida and the exit sign. I dont believe we should carry backup plans in lifes suitcase— theyre too easy to unpack like living a life in yoga pants, so comfortable our hips spread into new timezones, apathy becomes less rare. Frida is tired of my mindtalk, my head-in-the-oven, finger-on-bake attitude. How many hours have I lost because I wasnt paying attention? She tells me to quiet, as if she wont rub off soon, as if I can survive without having her near my skin.
Posted on: Thu, 01 May 2014 18:41:30 +0000
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