My feet are dirtier than yours.
You clean them in hot water,
lying down in the bathtub –
submerged in water –
the water making love to your body,
and you do not object.
My feet are dirtier –
three days of walking barefoot in the house.
Showers are quick,
the shampoo foam drains out of the head,
gets stuck between the toes –
You have men to look at your beautiful feet,
and think about them alone in the bathroom
when they go home, after meeting you.
My legs are hairy –
even the mosquitoes get lost in the thick, hairy mess
and die of thirst.