Make a left at the artery then after two heart beats make a right on the corner of the valve and you’ll find the kill switch.
Sometimes I get lost in the names of every part of me.
I always thought I was me.
What my parents called me.
What I called myself.
But why do the books call me an encyclopedia?
Why would I need a dictionary to define myself when I have blood?
My thoughts are not in my cerebrum.
They are in me.
A manifestation of who I am.
There are pictures of me everywhere.
Arrows poking into my head.
If my legs are chopped off they are still mine.
They are my memories.
I have a needle and thread.
Teach me to sew.