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the black palms sway
by Gina Manola
and
receipts pile up in a bowl on your nightstand
and
the tiger rug by your bed says “i’m wounded, but i’m grrreat!”
and
your paisley eyes nest into mine
and
you lay eggs in my wound like an African Tumbu Fly
and
you pull my hair wringing every last drop
and
while you wash up i collect the errant strands
and
sprinkle them around your apartment like tinsel
Gina Manola is a poet and visual artist living in Los Angeles. Her work explores emotional connections to people and places with an intent to memorialize transformative events while developing a personal mythology based on present day experiences and imagined ones informed by her Greek and Italian heritage.
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