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  • Janelle Finamore
    • Nov 28, 2022

The Flood

The unhinged deck floating, it’s head Barely above water Already rotten The tapestry of my swinging emotions washed onto marshy shore Waterlogged I can’t even salvage your love Your tears twist into a figure eight Snip snip Unknot me Unfettered, liberated as Your face skates gently towards me, power, purpose of a hungry sea lion A moat grows around my heart.

Please sift through this mess and find Heavy oars Row to me

 
About the Author

Janelle Finamore is a musician, poet, and teacher located in Orange County, CA. Most recently, her work appeared in Sad Girls Lit, the international Poet Magazine, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Ariel Chart, Spillwords, and others.





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