Three Pound Brain

By Amy Thomson 

Three pounds,
the weight of the human brain.
Those last damn pounds
I can never


Ship my three pound brain
in a time machine to Darwin in Tahiti
“The Origins of the Bulimics.”
Scientists claim


brain is a stiff, three pound cocktail,
chemicals swimming about
in grey goo,
creating a conscious byproduct.


vary between brains,
for hippies, yogis,
pastors and rabbis believe you have
a three pound soul.


all the arguments,
the mind-body complex
divides humans in mass
and individuals in half.


caused this battle
between my body and mind?
Healthy diets of television
pouring bodies of


into my three pound brain.
My eyes windows of judgement,
my body a betrayal.
Hopeless vanity.


the reason women are compared to fruit
due to our bright beauty?
I longed to be a luscious peach
to hold men’s gazes


make mouths water.
I am no peach, though,
a dirty vegetable.


my fertilizer,
my roots run deep.
Not meant for display on the countertop,
but to nourish, maintain, and sustain. Trust


for the various cultural standards,
the heads armed with critical eyes,
and the mouths that shout from cars,
now mean nothing in my three pound brain.


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