she found dirt with her fingers
on your leg
she laughed and didn't care
how would you split this she says
her smile angled like an anchor
sharp while plunging downward
to her dirty dingy lap apron
ass half-cracked visible thong
she ashes and swallows turtle soup
in a haunted sweaty hotel room
teardrop sweat stains on the carpets and walls and covers
dingy dignity at best her knees bleed
she takes the twenty
and leaves
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