Thought Process
I'm
missing some chemical in my brain
that lets me believe
you'll never leave me.
I lack a certain intellect
to add two minus one
and comprehend
these facts and figures.
I missed that day in class
when history was covered
names were named
victories and campaigns
written down for reference
and the surface of the page
distorted permanently.
The thin pathways in my head
firing right to left
ignore the parallel lines
the reasons hidden in meanings
Eventually the whole plot
makes no sense at all.
What fact is absent
in all the discussions
so obvious to observers
outside my head
and leaves me in this numb cage
of neurons and cables and white sheets
attached to the footnotes of an empty page?
I am missing something I can't fix
and sleep on reasoning two mattresses thick
and feel nothing of the tiny realities
poking my hip bones as I
lay in troubled sleep.