A Disgusting Impulse

I saw a clown show two months ago.

This woman fingered her own mouth,
Full of tinned fish,
In the opening five minutes.

Captivated and revolted,
The wonder tugged on my intestines like that time I had food poisoning so bad
It came out both ends at once.

Fascinatingly yucky.

Anyway.

Today, an opportunity appears.

States away,
Bunked with a stranger,
For a whole week
In the summer,

I could learn from the wretched woman herself.

“Dirt, Decay & Decomposition Laboratory”

I sent my money immediately.

There was a time I would have hemmed and hawed
Until all the seats sold out, and I’d’ve thought,
Ah, it just wasn’t meant to be.

That was a woman afraid to squirm.

I am a woman who will relish the filth.