She understands the need for dirt
to begin i lick floor and put items in my mouththe unclean ashtrays, as much doorknob banging my teeth to, and She says hurry upHer specialty boots aren't newthey've been around and over and sliding through nature and whatnature leaves as it deposits itselfHer vocabulary is one of the looand we usually end there, my tongue so dry from the bootsole, lipsbruised by the cock of a heelrefreshment by the rogue leashrug-burning to the toilet bowland Her soup and Her solidsHer derisive words and spit
