It's obvious
beauty is a postage stamp，
a composed self-portrait
of Frida Kahlo
wearing a simple necklace，
an image chosen by the USPS
not because it was like one she painted
for Trotsky. Of course
beauty could not include
imagery of hammer and sickle
or black monkey leering
over her shoulder or parrot
twisted under her chin.
And not the one with snakes.
Not the one of her
all butched-up， hair cropped short，
wearing one of Diego's suits
after they split for the final time.
Not one with wheelchair， spinal-brace，
or scar down her long trunk.
Forget the one of her cloven wide open，
a jungle of history and myth， of poetry
burgeoning forth from her innermost.
Most definitely not
the one of her wearing the collar
of thorns in memory
of Jesus and Trotsky
and revolution
lost.