Daily Archives: April 1, 2017

Your Alien Head

You woke up
this morning
blurting:

what if the head
on my shoulders

isn’t my own?

You only began
to suspect this yesterday
when a crude bias 
fell off your tongue
out into the air
where all could see

and you stuttered out
what “the aliens” 
told you to say:

oh, my God,
there is no way; 

that is so unlike me,
I’m so embarrassed,
you people know me,
you know 
I’m not like that;

sorry, sorry, sorry.

Today you finally decide
it’s not your head.
It wasn’t you talking at all.

That’s the only explanation.
It wasn’t you.

When you think about it,
you can’t recall growing your head

from a stub into
the glorious but troubling orb
it is today, can you? 
It might just be 
foreign to you. It might be
alien country. 

Maybe your thoughts are
an invasion flock,
a many-tongued
horde behind your face,
and you’ve grown up never having
a clue about its origin…

it would explain so much,
excuse so much…

and after all,
it’s what’s in your heart
that counts.

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