Against Exhumed Moleskines

I am stitched
into the fabric
of classic american traffic.

I have my finger
on a map made
from internet debris.

If tonight I find myself
struggling to write my own
attempt at forgiveness.

Then I will find nothing
but my own muscles
trying to lift something
they could never carry.

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~ by Vince Bauters on November. 1. 2014.

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