Her Ex’s Sins

I atoned for another man’s sins.
My split lips muddled my words
and my palms blistered from
rummaging through a bin of broken records
to find a song that would hitchhike
my musings moved along a path
like roadkill that snaked to her lips.
I hoped the lyrics would massage her insecurities.
Boulders of conflict pulled at my shoulders
downward, and vertigo controlled the images
reality tossed before the misery of carrying
the sins of another man
Shall I stay or go?
Only my sins will know.

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