In the Land of Russet Clay and Chapped Lips

In the Land of Russet Clay and Chapped Lips

Sweat is life.

In the land of the blood baking sun,

Sweat is the dirty nasty,

The under the table,

Back of a truck,

In a bathroom stall

Exchange

Between life and death.

Sweat-

Is currency.

A damp discharge

That pays for life.

With sweat –

We feed our mouths

And feast our desires.

We cover every inch

Of our nakedness.

We buy our love,

Our houses,

And each other’s hearts.

Sweat-

Is the dirty nasty,

The under the table,

Back of a truck,

In a bathroom stall

Secretion

Between life and death.

IT is the give and take.

The top and bottom.

The in.

The out.

The Push.

Pull.

P-

P-

Panting

BURST!

And when it’s done, we lay our bodies down on top of the sweat of the earth and sleep.

Because in the land of russet clay and chapped lips, without sweat we are nothing.

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