frida kahlo
my bedroom is a bullring
the circle of my creation
the cycle of my battle
with the animal
the mirror
my canvas is a cape
my brush is my sword
i do metaphysical battle
with my body
sweet torero of improvisation
my spontaneous movements
stain the sand
i am showered with roses
my hair sweeping down
into my face
i am naked in this bullring
and everyone is watching
