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Neuron

Santiago Ramón y Cajal looked at stained slides of a pyramidal neuron

for hours. He lost himself in branch and stem.

Pen in hand, with eyes closed he drew the neuron’s upright shape.

This could be a poem about brother or brain.

I haven’t decided.

The synaptic input doesn’t care. I let my fingers remember amygdala.

The pyramidal neuron is found in the thinking-about-poem-about-brother area.

I turn his phone on and off.

The pitch of his digital voice

is the reflection of a stick marking the stream.

My fingers shout Dendrite Awake!

With pencil taped to my hand I search

for the brother walking in the dream.

Look at the woman who shoves shame into her poem about a neuron.