Phrenology

All these people
seem more concerned
about others than I am.

I’m frantically searching my head
for a bump in the right place
that will explain this; some scar
on a crucial spot might be keeping me
from loving my fellow humans.  It all seems
so smooth up there, like I’ve never lived
and been hurt by anything or anyone.

I think I’ll take it out on someone.
Maybe they’ll hit me in the head
and break the numbness wide open.

Maybe they’ll forgive me
and I’ll feel the dam of concern
bursting within me.  

Maybe I’ll just tumble
and fall, get up cursing humanity.
Honestly, that seems the most likely outcome,
and frankly preferable to how I am now.
I’ve got to have a hole in my head
to feel so little.