Arles

We sit on the stoop and stare 

at the people who cross our feet. 

Did you know one peach costs 

only sixty cents? The dog 

misbehaves and it’s almost 

comical how the rain drops 

hardly fall when the distinction

between water and sky blurs. 

My suitcase stinks for the whole

week after and I return to a home 

of uninvited vampires and snot 

noses. My sneakers are flat, 

banged up, but I just think 

I’m glad to have crossed feet,

stuck with you to the stoop.