"Skuff marks" he says
with disgust in his voice
and he looks at my shoes
and says, "Garbage."

We both knew from before
what they'd do to his floor
but I wore them
in spite of the carnage.

They went with the look
I snuck into my nook
and plastered the heels with
green lables.

"Advance Directives" now
"Floor Protectives"
the scuffle and stuff
it disables.

I don't advertise
my messes or lies
they just find themselves out
and what's more...
I simply rely on
the passing of time
now it's green from my heels
on the floor.