With long flowered fingers you could explore your head
your very own head
(your very own head)
pry apart the skull with red-painted fingernails
that scrape and scratch your skin
eat out your brain
Eat out your brain

Child of the mountains, reined on
your very own moss, grown in your garden
outside of a crude stone cottage
next to a murky brown creek,
mossbeds surrounded by rounded stones,
all chocolate-ebony and smelling
of earth

that is when you have to pull out
your cultured claws
and eat out your brain.
Your very own brain.

You wish you could paint those talons
and set them on a purse and force
your fat scaly body into a pretty dress
your elongated wide feet into heels
and dance.

But you eat out your brain
Burn the ends of your fingers
no fraying here,
You eat out your brain,
like a slushy, so sticky, so smooth
so stringy.

eat out your brain
(eat out your brain)