The Newfound Dear Frida Letter Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I call to inform you that I left you.
For another woman. I can't stand any
longer you being out of style
wearing outdated shoes and ugly

baggy checkered dresses. I begged
for new flooring to be installed
to stop the basement musty air from
polluting our lungs and told you I lost

many coins between the flooring cracks
but you never listened to me! Your upper
lip makes me sick! I can't even use your
hair to make brushes out of it. Goodbye.