when i leave a poem out in the open

a closed rain falls

& wears out the monoliths of we & us

into pebbles of i & i

look at them— tiny handless stick figures

a crudely encrypted keyhole— a dot & a dash

but these words are the only party i'm ever

gonna throw & you're invited

watch my words wound around a feeling

end up on your plate retrieving themselves—

space chooses it & time chews it & you

spit it out— oars of i's on boats of us

emerge on this ocean to disentangle it from spit

but i am not what it is— i am what i is

~ ajay

24/9/2021