cool tile on my feet
she says it's just like Italy-
I tiptoe in (because they're all asleep)
my car is lying, tinking
from the drive
home.
warm toes in purple rugs
and packing slowly,
dreading having to wake them up

staying up on porches watching cop cars
and headlights from the highway
It's colder than we thought,
rubbing chill from toes with my fingers

04/10/2005

Author's Note: it feels unfinished- written quickly.

Posted on 04/10/2005
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