Comparisons

I have little in common with woodpeckers

which rapid fire beak against a tree

or a house telephone pole something stony

perhaps housing a worm or nymph thing

but a woodpecker doesn’t knock his brain silly

if I hammered my head against a table leg

I would notice a diminution of sense

perhaps a woodpecker brain is so well cushioned

a special nature gift where brain matter just

jiggles gently with every ratchet

or resilient and elastic

or tough and meaty

none of those things

actually (and I looked this up)

a woodpecker’s brain is so tiny

it is impervious to trauma

whereas mine is so bloated it can hardly

withstand a whisper

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