Rabanna python and kalamkari,
flora-fauna coats of Madagascar,
we bellied a hip dance, shimmying
the island Mambo at black speeds
of the mamba. Once, we splattered
gouache on our bodies and ran semi-
circles around Grandidier's Baobab,
a torso sour with dry fruit pulp, juice
candy to our lips. If we could, we'd tickle
its leaf like vegetable neck with the frill-
fringed ends of foulard, the same fingers
slinging and sopping sweat from these
lambas, these African glands.
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