I’ve pulled the sheets from the bed and scrubbed the bathroom floor; gathering piles of dust between my hands. I’ve borrowed cigarettes from an old woman with no teeth who says “If you work here long enough, you’ll smoke and drink yourself to death.” I’ve stopped eating and the spaces between my hip bones slakens in light of missed meals. And who’s mouth is this, that craves cigarettes and the word “cunt?” Who’s hands are these, eager for the space between your legs? Who’s feet are these, treading their way towards California? .C

I’ve pulled the sheets from the bed and scrubbed the bathroom floor; gathering piles of dust between my hands. I’ve borrowed cigarettes from an old woman with no teeth who says “If you work here long enough, you’ll smoke and drink yourself to death.” I’ve stopped eating and the spaces between my hip bones slakens in light of missed meals. And who’s mouth is this, that craves cigarettes and the word “cunt?” Who’s hands are these, eager for the space between your legs? Who’s feet are these, treading their way towards California?

.C