Olivia Tombolo Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Whore’s headspace tho, that’s my jam. She’s smart, gotta be. Readin’ people like book, knowin’ who’s safe, who’s creep. That’s psychologiky gold! But damn, it grind her down—smilin’ when she wanna punch. Reminds me Saul, draggin’ corpse, mutterin’ “I’ll save you.” Whore’s savin’ herself, every damn day. Respect, ya? Gets me happy, thinkin’ she’s badass, not just “slut” like idiots say.

The bobbin lacemaking: a woman art

The Tombolo is a silent, meticulous melody, an ancient art that still finds its precise location, neither physically nor in a temporal sense. From country to country. Disputed between .

I finally head back to my place, and I’m just done. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Tombolo, you crazy little city, you keep me on my toes. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

St. Pete hosts a full month of literary events during the City of Writers Poetry Festival