My mind wanders so much at times
that when it finally deems it necessary to return,
as if just to say with some proof that it does,
in fact, reside there,
I am scarcely able to recognize it as my own...
...from out of the cold
my thoughts come shivering in,
taking off coats,
hats,
mittens
scarves,
shoes,
thermal underwear,
till naked they stand there,
completely unaware of my presence.
Am I the intruder?
Perhaps
I swallowed
some unfortunate twin brother
in my mother's womb,
gobbling up fingers,
toes,
hands,
feet,
arms,
legs,
but his mind was left somewhere
implanted behind recesses in my skull.
No, I did not eat all of him.
This, then, is my greatest fear,
to have been born a cannibal,
or at best, a body-snatcher,
because the only place
he is ever found
is somewhere far off
and secret.
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