What are the ways
we choose to prove
that we existed
that we were here
spent time crawling
our way around the globe
spinning years off the calendar
thinning skin and rusting guts
What X marks our spot?
A list of scars etched on foreheads
of your trampled past?
A bundle of poems hidden
rubber banded behind bottom
left handed desk drawer?
A simple, large lettered self chosen
name sprayed on anything that
might momentarily
pause
Inspired by this lovely photo
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