OUT OF BODY

by Helen Gallagher

Out of                                                                          Body

           

I finished my coffee then held a brain, human     and I am my brain watching me watching it

 

and it felt like all the things I do in private          while you were watching me all I could think

 

in public I could feel my hair parting at              of was your sweet brain I knew it was not the

 

middle and opening up from the top to let the      brain in my hands but just in case I held it

 

desert in hot and direct like how you ask me       extra tender this brain was also inside or was

 

in the middle of the night or later is this too        a person I love too and probably look like, her

 

direct not because I like direct when there are     name iswaswillbe Nancy, but I love you more

 

roundabouts I get rained on or rain comes           so I am holding your brain protecting it from

 

from me and I can’t see well when it starts          sun and rain if you just ask directly I will

 

to get dark and sands are lifting myself lifting     borrow formaldehyde from the neuroscientist

 

when I held the brain and looked down at it,       up front who is mind you, get it, still speaking

 

separating at the center: this is that brain             preserving us here forever.

About the author

Helen Gallagher is a writer living and working in New York City. For the sake of money, she writes advertisements. For the sake of being alive, she writes poems. You can find her at @helenoftheinternet. 

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