peddle xeroxed gravities of all firsts : touch, poem,

attempt. even after you died your story was visible

to everyone on instagram : the usually tap-pastable

skip-awayble cringe rewitnessed as tailspun paperboats

folded out of wills mistaken for flyleaves. now they are

done for. if it comes in all shapes and sizes give me one

in 10000-gon and light green. your spine like a ripple

that wind dragged down before it could subside.

now that will set a benchmark for all benches : a crucified

alphabet of crossed out names and a water burial by gum

chewed to the same extinction that all flavors reach.

a precise penance carried out on and by the ghosts of

geometry boxes. i know i'm being obnoxiously nostalgic

but i know you like it too. when you said your dammed heart

i heard your damned art, which, surprisingly, hurt more.

that spider flits between too late to start a new web

and too soon to go on without it : future's grapnel still

anchored in ultimate immediacies even though it's all

fluke wins and small defeats and shrapnel of all that

that bombed. this the house where you find everything

someone imagined before they imagined something

better : an arcade of the half-assed, i know it's silly but

what ifs, so this is what i was thinking hear me outs.

you laughed at my lack of dreams so i dreamt this :

i publish your collected poems posthumously and

even the hardcover is a bestseller and i'm invited

to koffee with karan where i win the hamper just

for reciting you and i've complete creative control

over the netflix special on how i'm reviving you.

what joysense does light green or geometry boxes

with both-end-sharpened borrowed pencils make to

anyone but me? there, your wounds have been sown

back into scars. good, now let me show you your room.

i hope everything is just as you wanted it to be.

~ ajay

13/8/2022