Your Dirty Laundry

Spoiled shots
Soiled spots
Grease marks and stains

Empty pockets
Holes at the bottom
Drains the contents
My finger searching for
The coin

Scraps, scuffs
Balls of lint
Dust in the corner
Snags,
    cuts  
          and bruises

Remnants
The basket empty
dirty laundry
Piled on the floor

Dead words, lies
Smeared on your lips
Like blotted
Rouges

Making sure
There wasn’t much left
To examine
Just a dusty trial
Of boot prints
Walking