scarred with rays of cosmic cavepaint

asteroids sink into my skin every time

I make space for the shattered / in the

dollhouse of memory // like a proton

that remembers both its past & future

symmetrically / I groove godly into a

moment scratched onto a vinyl of the

happened / arms around a beating heart

& hear in the hyphen of its lub-dub

the time of its stopping / watching a

chair be sat in before it creaks under

the weight of a body that will go up

in a rope // the doll changes its name

from remembering to remembered as

it marries death & gives birth to baby

memories that grow down inside other

timecones / I take an arm & wave it to

posterity / then hide the limbs in different

places at different times so that if a stranger

enters the dollhouse, they think it has been

emptied of all life / both in past & in future

~Ajay
10/12/2020