081413 #worm I feel the snap of my bra against my bare shoulder, when Dunpul teases me. I feel the summer swish inside this skirt. I trim my pubic hair. So my fresh-shaved legs would emerge, long and svelte, out of my rose-scented bath. I be brave and kind. I click, click, click down Fainyr Street at night, and spark the sparks in the hot pavement.