• When Frida Kahlo and Josephine Baker kissed, was it
• a red line
• or an amorphous shadow
• obscured by distance? Tea

• with strawberry creme

• early autumn
• splattered across the summery canvas
• in meticulous detail

• who tucked the gardenia above whose ear,
• and whose hand felt like
• fury? whose hip
• chiseled pyramids
• or broadened where continents met?

• whose scars
• were sinuous paths
• to a womb riddled with miles
• hungry for freedom
• bearing pain, not children?

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