Go ahead and wipe your feet on me, please
Cover me in your grime and muck darling
I’m inanimate – I cannot cry or plea
My desire is for you, for your markings
My fibers are dirtied and broken
I have been worn and weathered beyond saving
The future is all that remains golden
Your dirt will be my end, my finale, my breaking
So go ahead, provoke me, stroke me, reopen
Touch my skin with yours and feel it scraping
Blister your tongue with words unspoken
And if you cannot find them, let your throat cave in
Turn me over now, see the clean and empty flesh
Enjoy this devoid canvas for that which is now fresh