My head was baked for 3 hours at 400 degrees
Feeling my skull with my fingertips 
My brain tasted salty
like seawater 

Those little knobs at the inside edge of the eye socket 
Gristle, hard to scrape out with my teeth

As a child, I used to push real hard with my index fingers on the soft edges of my eyes

The sky would spin with other worldly vortexes 
That’s why I am nearsighted 
That’s what they tell me, the experts

They use those pinwheels to throw deadly viruses and future babies into the fire,
That’s what they tell me, the experts

It all makes sense now

1/14/2023