Thursday, September 18, 2014

I should be reading

I should be reading
All about the holes in my skull
And the many zigzagging, tangling
Anastomosing wires found there

But in these synapses and ganglions
Branching like roots on my face
I cannot find meaning in what I am doing

These muscles that make me smile wide
This gland that makes my eyes cry tears

What makes me human is not in these pages.
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