I took stock of everyplace
I had been,
Everywhere I had touched.
I imagined going back to my
Carefully erasing my fingerprints.
Some were covered by layers
Of dust or mold
Others showed traces of regret
Most had fissures filled with rust-
Red, angry scales
Which formed as I befriended the dispassionate.
These embossments rendered me untouchable
A cruel and a just punishment:
Sidelined for being an apparition of myself.
I wished for clear surfaces devoid of my history
A thorough polishing
With an obliterating magical cloth.
No, I did not want to disappear.
Wilderness unfolding in complexity
Sand and foam hard as flesh
Rockboned the scented land, awaited embracing.