Trace a journey
along my flesh
reveal the shape of what has gone
to make this moment
lightly
Rest fingerprints
against the detours
whisper proof of being
me against the friction
softly
Turn translucent pages
thin-skinned outlines
painstaked
laid over certitude
of others’ expectations
my
cartography
superimposed approximation
truth in the white unwritten gaps
where I stray
unspoken
Press
whorled signposts
into the map of me
remind me where I’ve been
and why
I’m here.
Loved that one.
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That works for me.