Give unto God what is God’s
and to the mudwrestlers what are the mudwrestlers’.
The girls work for tips, gents - the girls work for tips.
(Don’t we all, darling!)
The kingdom of bog is within me.
One forever morning ago
the Georgia red clay stuck its dog tongue
down my throat, and since
I’ve tried scrubbing it out and scraping it out
(gents, the ladies work for tips)
but it doesn’t go. The tinge remains
- shaming me, shaming me - on my flow.
- Karen Chamisso