down to 141st and
hail cabs in
salmon satin, size
grande
and
NCHARGE, your diabetes
ankles
step on rats,
shrill and
piercing stomachs, hiccuping
blood,
we scrape down
on towards 140st,
screaming uncle, leaving
indian trails
of brain matter
and intensinal
juices,
swabbed off
our size 7s with
mommas
rope pearls
