I’ve always wondered
what neurotypical looks like.
Let’s compare brains.You go first.
Cut off my hair,
peel back my scalp;
what do you see?Is my brain sectioned
into hyperfixations
or does Henry VIII waltz
to Kpop?What does it
look like?
A brain?
A castle?
Are the walls pink-grey
or splattered with glitter?How does it feel?
Do the folds vibrate?
Or is it my legs
which cannot hold still?Detach my brain
from its stem.
This doesn’t hurt
at all;
you see, I’m
grateful,
so grateful,
for the reprieve.Thousands of things
happen every
second
and my brain wants
to know all of them.Next time you see me
in a restaurant,
lower your voice
or all your secrets
will go home
with me.Cradle my brain
gently.
Is it heavy?
It should be.
It’s full of
secrets.Smell it.
Lick it.
Hold it to your ear
like a conch shell–
Can you hear the ocean?
Oh, it’s singing a
90s commercial jingle on loop?
Sorry, it does that
sometimes.Had enough?
Put my brain back.
Stitch me up.
Find me a wig.Tell me everything!
My brain looks
like a normal brain?
Look once more.
There must be something
to fix;
I’m getting tired
of forgetting–
what were we talking about
again?
Cassandra Armstrong Writing 
I loved reading this. As i make time to read more of your work. Hoping to work with you one day
LikeLike
Thank you for the comment! Can you elaborate more on what you mean by “work together?”
LikeLike