Untouchable, Out of Reach


United States
45° 29' 3.0192" N, 122° 23' 5.55" W
there is nothing more frustrating than the struggle
of trying to pop that pimple 
in the middle of your back.
you reach at every angle, 
wrapping your arms around your self,
under, over, backwards,
squeezing and pinching at skin 
in hopes to get close.
fingertips graze over the spot 
with false victories,
losing the spot as soon as its found.
you can never quite get the right trojectory, 
until someone gets it for you. 
you are that pimple in the middle of my back.


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