Thought Experiment


I wish I could live in someone else’s head
for a day, no more,
maybe two, sure,
but no more
than that, just long enough to feel the dread
inside that head,
its anxieties,
of disquiet, ease
into its deepest darks,
tap its barks
and read its quarks
in detail to hear
all of that someone’s fears,
which would take not days or years
but moments, if they’re anything like me,
which I would see
by minute three
they are, and I’d understand that dread
is just a byproduct of owning a head. 

poetryJake NovakComment