everything I touch
a little smear
salty essence of Alissa
on my keyboard, keys,
doorknob to the house
moments after I wash my hands ,
I’m warm again
I’ve left ridged smudges on
drawer handles and doorjambs
chair arms and my water glass
imbued my clothes with it
painting my world
with my fingerprints
enter at your own peril
pick up some prints
they won’t hurt you
I promise
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