Concussion Theory
If my brain is my most precious part,
the piece of me that thinks and makes art,
why is it so delicate, like an egg
that gets scrambled when I trip a leg
and short-circuits some of my trillion synapses
when I hit my head and consciousness lapses?
If I were, in fact, intelligently designed,
my anatomy would be better aligned.
My jelly-like brain would be near the ground,
say in my calves, so if I fall down
on concrete when I slip on ice or snow,
my brain doesn’t have so far to go.