Friday, January 9, 2015


The cortex is thin
The cortex splits
The cortex is like a ligature
Around my neck

Or a cortex spirals
Or it looks like DNA
Or a cortex is tightening
Up inside my belly

I'm involved with a debate
You can see me out there
In the great beyond
Beyond my short blonde hair

I was sure I would be dead by now
Sometimes I wonder if I am -
Am I a ghost writing?
Or a cat come to play

It's my cerebral cortex
I was avoiding it
Whatever that means
I thought I knew something.

To write something evocative
I become overwhelmed
My body fills with intense emotion
And I am filled with fear.

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