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WITHOUT HOPE after Frida Kahlo A funnel has been shoved into my mouth through which I am force-fed the sky. I have eaten thunderheads, slaughtered angels. And now they are mashing up the stars into baby gruel. "You can eat anything," the doctors say, so I vomit offal, fish, a womb. I even bring up my own skull. ...