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The
stain of Cheetos
on my
fingers
and my hands
that yellow glow
that marks every place
I've been
everything I've touched
even the screen of my I-Pad
where it looks like
the swirls of fingerprints
or the path of a hurricane
the stain that remains
on my lips
my fingertips
on the fridge
the table and chairs
the door knob clues
of my travels
Cheeto stains
that will not dissolve
or be absolved
like sins
I am forever marked
by my gluttony
my giving into temptation
a yellow C scrawled
upon my forehead.
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