Mixed Media

I am a sculpture I do not remember

carved by passing echoes

what once was me continues on

a bundle of scars, sensations, and time locked away

what is the present (currency, now)

if not endless relining by unknown hands

not mine

not anything

.

everything

.

I have forgotten half of my identity

the key of many descends

metal like flaked iron scratches deep into my throat

cells shift and swallow its coarse particles

I am not foreign to the pain

I am here

I was there

.

I will be all that I can’t remember

.

I won’t forget enough

.

I will reline forever until the layers cease.