2001/toes

I don’t like summer,
seeing everyone’s
toes.
so many unbeautiful
feet, neglected
pedicures.
The last remnant
of a dull rose polish,
a blue black red.
You can tell too much
by feet.
I don’t want to know.
The guy yesterday
in sandals,
a sweet guy
but the kind
no woman really wants.
Revealed by his
flabby feet.

8/1/01