Where the brain lives

Since a clock never looks back
or sits on the hyphen between tick and tock
or sees the numbers on her bosom as foe,
my brain would be a clock
but who am I kidding?

My brain would be the body of a baby
a house one can fold and unfold
a kitchen, painted white and blue
a place for forgetting, for silence
for lies and otherwise, for warmth.

LARDO