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Mixed Greens

Ben Nardolilli


The brunette from the adjacent ward

sips on her green tea,

it is a delicate intake, in a way

the only serious medicine

that seems to have any effect on her


In her hands the cup becomes a lotus,

then a whole jungle

that somehow is lush and wild

while retaining the form of a garden,

inside I am sure she glows


And what am I pulling off? sweating

through all my scratchy material,

not illuminated at all,

the green tea I hold in my hands

is all bitter, as if it sees my reflection

Ben Nardolilli is currently an MFA candidate at Long Island University. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at and is trying to publish his novels.

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