i'm haunted
by the apps i've uninstalled
their ads chase me
across the internet—
a craquelure of surveillance
whose depth is embedded
and encrypted on its surface
like a fractal, infinity in finity.
*
i want to make a living
out of words to bitch about words
so i'm preparing for my entrances
doubting the credibility of the twilight
crouching on a cracked threshold.
*
i finished
writing a story i wanted
to write for years
and now a postpartum void takes me—
a sphere of menace
orbits my heart and then
in time, makes my heart orbit it.
if you could hold the earth
like a crystal ball
will you finally see
that the gestation period
of even a simple story
is longer than your entire life.
~ ajay
6/7/2022
