31 days of songpoems

*Again, this find comes from the “Frida,” soundtrack. Chavela Vargas has several songs in it but “Paloma Negra,” is by far my favorite. It reminds me of what women like my mother went through with their alcoholic womanizing men. It was such a different time and standard of living in their youth. The lyrics talk about a woman waiting up for her lover who is somewhere, drunk and missing. The agony of loving someone so inadequate. Love is so fucking complicated. But if done right, it could nourish the few decades we spent breathing.


a fault line will swallow me, 

and you will return to an empty heart

and look at yours and realize I took it with me,

you cry now that there is nothing to water

nothing to watch grow