a chambermaid in squalor pours out water
to polish the floor of the slaughter house.
the by product of sweat, disallusion and gloom
makes the room less of a shrine than a tomb.
and she lay, prostrate to God on the ground
stripping off flesh to be sold by the pound
(Oh, she'll fetch a nice price)
how do you ask someone out? i haven't really done that since
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