i lean against my house
and watch in languid fashion
as a beautiful girl strolls by
leaning toward her house
further down the street---
i smoke and tweet.
under her bare arm,
she carries a package
of twenty rolls of toilet paper
she will sometimes use
to remove fecal matter
from her darkest part.
the paper will be discarded,
the material upon it
could either be
a grand harvest for a fly
or a paycheck
for the sanitation guy.
i think about this girl
in this way only
while i whistle and compose
what i will say
to everyone but her
walking this way.
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