The Suicide of Dorothy Hale
A thousand miles up
A hundred thousand miles above
Looking down
As the air blasts though
Punching in holes
In me
In sight
In red below
In everything.
The hunger is the thing
The hunger is the sting,
Right
Always falling and rising
The coming and goings
The play and the parts
Just have to stay hungry’
Right.
Asylum , bordello, asylum
Bordello
Whatever they say
Is true.
What is there not to love
When you are so pretty
What is there left to hate.
It is the hunger
It really is
That is all it is
Just got to stay hungry
And hold on
Hold on.
Black hairs flying randomly,
Wildly
Widely
From here to there
From behind ears and out of
Bobby pins and clips and
Stiff little fingers
Holding it still…
Holding me still
Asylum , bordello, asylum
Bordello
I am having a bad thought
Bad thoughts
All the way down
All the way down
Oh, I know
the
Bad thoughts
Of Kahlo’s red
Red
Red paint.
Blowing holes
The air blows holes right though me
Staying hungry
Hungry
And holding on.
　
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Comments
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Oh, and it's apparently Clare Booth Luce who commissioned the painting.
Poor dear thing - at 33, feeling washed up...
the
Bad thoughts
Of Kahlo’s red
Red
Red paint"
R
no seriously, very well-done, always so original