Doctor Whispers of the Corpus Callosum

brain trips all over itself in lesionalia.
neon post-its plastered on its surface. 

the girl in the photo plays cat's cradle
with seasons strung together. time is a fire 

in her mind.  you can tell.
you can tell by the lips of lesionalia 

guiding her to proud new lesions
through the arms of the 7 Tesla scanner. 

doctor whispers of the corpus collosum.
hardly a word overheard by the girl in the photo.