poetry DIRTY by Christina Kapp Under fingernails and among hair follicles, between teeth that are not brushed. Toes and fingers full of germs, happily meeting one another, coffeepot conversing with pasta bowl, pillows cuddling socks. All together now. Shed yourself, grow yourself, show yourself, be yourself. Be the dirt you are in the yard, in the bar, in the car with the dusty, oily, fingertipped words on the back. I wish my husband was as dirty as this car. Roll down hillsides. Have sex. Have sex while rolling down hillsides. Spread germs. Spread love. Be dirty.
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