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


~ by April on September 1, 2013.

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