Reading a Science
Article on the Airplane to JFK
Today I flew over
the Midwest
filling out a
questionnaire
on the emotional
life of the brain
and personal
capacity for resilience
against despair.
I was making
a sculpture of my
limbic systems
in a huge conceptual
neurosis.
Under the
simulated
middleclass
environment
of the fuselage
the snow was
falling.
And in everyone’s
skulls
complex régimes
went on and on and on.
I seek forever
the right way to know this.
That there are
bridges
not built in me.
That there are areas
that do not light
up—
You are at a
party having a conversation
with an
interesting stranger.
You are in a
restaurant and the service is bad.
By Bianca Stone
Courtesy poets.org
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