Our brains—
            despite modern medical investigation
            re: synapses, folds,
            left and right hemispheres,
            gendered predilections,
            sparks and cold facts,
            digits and firm predictions—
are not reasonable.

They’re crimped and spliced
to conduct our days
along their coppered circuits
until they reach the night again,
that’s all,

and though we think it’s logical
            to open our eyes each morning,
            butter the toast,
            lift a spoon,
our brains—
            despite all the elemental charts,
            the skeletal diagrams,
            the building blueprints
            and –ologies of a priestly kind—
are not wired
to survive our hearts.