Before biology, I believed
the brain grew ripe and heavy
like a pomegranate
with leather stiff skin
for protection
but if you once broke through
it would spill out
a thousand juicy sections
red slick kernels
swollen taut with tartness
and inside each fleshy nub
a seed
from which could grow most anything
a thought, a dream, a right hook,
even love
if planted in the right soil.
