she goes and she comes
back just long enough
to cover her salutation
rounds.
little sister's got the bug,
she likes to move move
move
new walls, new roads.
what's out west? she
doesn't know, but
it's there, it's untread
by (w)hol(e)y suede
boots not made
for walking,
but she's gonna walk it,
swim it,
hitch it.
she's gonna get as
far as tennessee
before the city cesspool
opens its waters
to cleanse her dirty
feet.
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