The stain of Cheetos

on my fingers

and my hands

that yellow glow

that marks every place

I've been

everything I've touched

even the screen of my I-Pad

where it looks like

the swirls of fingerprints

or the path of a hurricane

the stain that remains

on my lips

my fingertips

on the fridge

the table and chairs

the door knob clues

of my travels

Cheeto stains

that will not dissolve

or be absolved

like sins

I am forever marked

by my gluttony

my giving into temptation

a yellow C scrawled

upon my forehead.