Remember the streets are filthy     remember the streets are filthy not dirty like a dirty girl can get but soiled like spit and curdled urine soaked pants sat there and cried don't sit there remember you are dirty like an uprooted plant is dirty when the ground gives birth to fruit,like any apple that falls from the tree and sits there sun-soaked sharp and sweet not spoiled this is where you sit if you are a dirty girl too i will be there unfilthy,sharp,sweet dried tears and cackling making rivulets, clear tracks, and mud all down my self-cleaning root system making space.   -Pamela Rowe