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.