Local Goddess

I don't know her name as she has never deigned to speak to me. I only know that she must be a local goddess, as I have served her several times before.

I know also, of course, that she is my infinite better, and must be worshipped and respected as I lickshine her dirty sneakers. I'm just her local public humble-head. We BOTH know that!

A familiar local goddess approaches


She kindly stops in front of my face


Then she kindly uses me


I endeavour to remove the dirt from her outstretched sneaker


Tasting where she has been is all I am good for!




The dirt on her sneakers is hallowed dirt...


...being a superior young woman's sneaker-dirt!


She towers over me - local goddess-like!


Occasionally she nonchalantly switches feet before me


Likewise, occasionally she takes a nonchalant drag on her cigarette...


...before looking down on me, both literally and figuratively


And rightly so, for she is a local goddess and I am her local slave


And she knows it!


Meanwhile I hang my head in humble shame...


...for there is still dirt stuck to the soles of her sneakers!


Dirt that, by rights, should now be inside my menial mouth!


Shame on me!



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