She understands the need for dirt
to begin i lick floor and put items in my mouth
the unclean ashtrays, as much doorknob
banging my teeth to, and She says hurry up
Her specialty boots aren't new
they've been around and over
and sliding through nature and what
nature leaves as it deposits itself
Her vocabulary is one of the loo
and we usually end there, my tongue
so dry from the bootsole, lips
bruised by the cock of a heel
refreshment by the rogue leash
rug-burning to the toilet bowl
and Her soup and Her solids
Her derisive words and spit
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