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.
Dark Matter 
April 1st, 2017 at 6:54 pm
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April 1st, 2017 at 8:53 pm
Thank you very much! I spent some time checking out your blog as well and do believe I’ll follow as well. I need some new blog-feeding.
April 2nd, 2017 at 5:52 pm
You are so welcome! You have a really great blog and I am so happy I came across you! And this is so sweet, thank you! Do you have Twitter or Instagram? I just made accounts and would love to follow you!