Grime

Georgia Bowan

I’m up to my throat in grime

I’m ground down teeth, I’m calloused palms

Part of my knee is still sprawled on the pavement from that time that I slipped

I’ll never get it back, not when I’m like this

Body incomplete, know that I’ll have to live with it

I am an extension of my mother, from the day she took me in

I’ve never really recovered, never solidified into my own soul

Never separated myself from her, our ego is one entity still

But when it comes to situations like this, the ones that involve your flesh

I’d pry myself away from false Gods and walk into traffic

Just for a chance to hear you speak again