Paw Acid

Believe me. I went there once. The South.

I spent a winter there with the Bald Man.

The lack of the Paw Acid makes the slide happen.

Without Paw Acid, two inches might as well be twelve.

It has nothing to do with driving ability or “culture.”

Paw Acid is the secret.

The way it covers everything and gets everywhere.

Turning all the dark things white.

The asphalt. The tires. The truck.

Corroding the metal underbellies of machines.

Burning our soft, cornflake feet.



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