Peanut Revisted
There is a tiny peanut in my brain
That rattles in its shell
A lone marble in a Ball jar
Even in my stillness
It continues a circular track
With crisp whirring
Winding itself down
It might come to rest if my skull is long enough still
But I think
The laws of physics argue against it
Each languishing toss of my head
Searching for comfort
Sets that peanut back in motion
Through the labyrinth of my tissue
A loud cracking echoes as it clinks against my cranium
Oh that it would grow roots
Be still
I would pull it from my wormy earth
Grind it down to smear on my morning toast
To be satisfied
And done with it
–April Resnick
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