Fascination
I have been fascinated by him
ever since childhood.
What would it be like to sit
inside of itself.
I needed to tease him a lot.
I called him names, made fun
of him. There he sat like a
cauliflower atop a stalk.
Gray and sullen, with
occasional shades of white.
I used to drive my purple Fiat
around the fissures cut
deep within his body.
Banging in the neurons traveling
down their axons on my way
to my long and distant friend the
Spinal. He used to let me
play with his numerous neurons.
How lovely it was to control
the body from there. I was in
total control. But then one day
I tried to make my way back
to my neurons and found
that the column was broken.
Now I sit in my purple Fiat.
paralyzed, going back and forth.