with cash taped to
the underlining of her skirt,
she walks on home
silent on the dirt...
the way she moves,

with a little sharp stick
and a little wrist twitch—
connecting with fists,
she scratches that itch...
the way she moves,

when do you begin?
afraid of life,
afraid of sin

silently,
she shows us how to be
in the deep mental groves,
all presented by
the way she moves