Frida's House

A short poem inspired by an article on Frida Kahlo's house.

Curious "clutter-core" houses

Straight from wives and Rivera's spouses.

Houses that are now decorated to be seen

From distant visitors, not so quaint.

What I mean is, she didn't have any visitors

in life, but now that she's dead,

Diego Rivera's wife,

cannot be seen except through her bed

which lays empty.

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Don't understand the concept but find it cheezy