Source: Olga Leticia

Forgive Me for Existing

a slumped backpack
swollen with filthy clothes and
cans of tepid beans and soup

smudged gloves
parchment fingers and palms
fumbling with a greasy guitar

stained teeth
calcified pockmarks
rancid feet, plastered, caked in grime

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