We Appreciate How Delicate Your Attention Is

Put your hand on your forehead.
Palm that fragile eggshell’s curve.
If you simply dented it,

Coshed it in a few inches,
Flexed bone abruptly inward,
It wouldn’t be much different,

No more than a box broke down,
A piece of sheet rock dented,
A sand pile some kid kicked in,

But there you’d go, gone with it,
No more prefrontal cortex,
No more reader to read this.