dashboard

her feet are on the dashboard
her lacquered toes
red nails
pale skin
how beautiful
i’d never think that i could find a body part so enthralling
but i do

these dashboard feet must have grown
from the days when her
parents loving placed them in booties
to the days where she shoved them
in high heels
out for a night on the town
i never really understood that expression.

she wiggles her toes
the sun coming through the window
the wind blowing her sandy
hair over her sunglasses
that she told me she wears
’cause she thinks they make her look fierce
she catches me staring
and laughs