I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I. . . I. . . I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I. . . don't remember where. . . Left parietal lobe. I. . . I. . . I can't remember my name,but. . . but. . . Right temporal. . . but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here. . . Right occipital. I'm still. . . Right parietal. I'm. . . Cerebellum. I'm. . . Thalamus. I. . . Hypothalamus. I. . . Hippocampus. . . Medulla.
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from?.