- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Frida without Arms
stands behind the sky-blue satin armchair in back of the abandoned brick building where she and Diego now squat.
Brush clenched between her chipped teeth, she has painted white palm leaves and sand on the blue chair
that someone else had spray painted before. She is poisoning herself with oil paint, turpentine, and tap water.
He kills himself with fast food: taquitos, beer, and pizza from 7-11, with too much work. She will
lose their child here in Detroit. Around her, blue and teal graffiti floats against the pink wall like ghosts.
She remembers the animals and objects, the dying fetus she had tied to herself with ropes of blood
in the painting she had made once before. This time her hearts and letters float free. Her blood
is only Diet Coke and Gatorade. Wearing black, she still holds all the pain and longing she’s brought
with her again to this city that froze her out years ago.