Hygieia

9/28/90

I hang my keys from my belt proudly, like a status symbol, like Mercedes Benz, like BMW, like Rolex until they sound my fat thighs

I walk proudly I am an angel strollin, Insignia incarnate, my arms are brown and dirty, tattooed by labor, broken pipes, clogged septic pumps,

I stand tall, kiss work plunger I’m proud, my stride is still and certain, a job well