filthy feet (next step)

I’m still standing in the same place where you left me standing

“I Am Easy to Find,” The National

your black soles were filthy
you realized aloud
both of us looking
at your white feet in my lap

should we walk
the white line
facing oncoming traffic
during rush hour

or remain here
on this couch
curtains drawn
brick walls surrounding us

you picked maroon polish
from your toenails
like flakes of dried blood
left like bread crumbs

leading me back
to us laughing
about your filthy feet
and rarely showering

should we walk
the white line
facing oncoming traffic
during rush hour

or remain here
on this couch
curtains drawn
brick walls surrounding us

black asphalt in summer
burns bare feet
when we linger too long
instead of taking the next step

—P.L. Thomas