I held your light in my heart like a little doll,
And it’s small limbs were wrapped in string,
And its skeleton was made of garden wire.
The doll was in a woven bag, that was sealed tight with a white pull-string, pulled all the way out.
The bag was in a box, with carved skeletons on the outside.
The box was wrapped in a textile that smelled like dust.
The textile was in a white drawer that smelled like lavender.
The drawer was in my chest.
It opens and closes when I tell your story, where your memory sings.