Ruquayyah ♡𝜗ৎ

I check for cracks

For mother’s back

In towns,

I double

for frowns

and puddles 

Par for the dead shift

To check for shit

Just far ahead

 to skip

I linger

At fingers and things

Maybe I invent 

those indents

and rings

For marks on cuffs

And necks

That are glittering

or red 

Of farts, withering,

With guts

That are fed

Not for nothing,

A wary grump 

with grit

Will rarely trip

But for jutting pavement

I spit

An attack,

a blunder!

Pfft…

A big fat bump

One way or another