Fingerprinting
These soft round boxes
flat in which vellum runs
a tapered and personal grimace
across skin blistered by
rinds of snow
look to me like rictus
I’m hunched over this black
keypad trapping spaces to
the alphabet
I’m hunched over my own lack
shrilled by sunshine and slush
The maps blend into the paper
and smudge at the faintest touch
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