how far will we go away from ourselves
to reach into them?
if you ever let the logic recess,
yes, go on recess,
go back, slack—
imagine
the orbitofrontal cortex
smashed, pushed
back, down,
sound of slouch-
ing,
its roof the seat of a slide
down
from the midbrain.
when you let it get too
emotional illogical obsessive compulsive
borderline—
say, “it’s mine!”
you can
whisper, whimper,
lull
your sweet way into your
sweet, sweet
skull—
not to sit down but to
stretch it out,
stretch out the seat,
pull it back to form—
the even-handed, manageable and managing setter
of norms,
the decor
-um.
imagine mangling your brain back to decorum.
like bread dough.
on a humid day.
(just add more flour.)
for something so abstract,
all it takes is a push, a pull, a
pill,
drill—
in. no, NO!
NO TREPHINATION (!!)
no trephination of
your base
and basin
for
love.
how far will we go away from ourselves
to reach into them
?
