Tuesday, August 30, 2011

She smelled of sweat and loam

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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