Memory plays tricks

scattered moments in different rooms

doors closed off from one another

as if I had lived my life as a house

shifting from sunburst carpet

and lofts

to being ensconced in pink

to carpetless floors

meant to hold the heat at bay

my memories are scattered

like clutter on a dusty shelf

one room to the next

a memory palace forgotten

from years of disuse and neglect – Caroline A. Slee