[a fragment of a much longer poem I’m working on.]

I’m feeling topless
or longing to feel
topless, I’m not
always sure which.

Wanna remove the lid
from my cranium.

This might require surgery
a letting of blood
a sawing through bone
some alone time.

This might require a fire
that burns through
skeletal matter
without adversely
affecting the brain
beneath I believe
I think matters most.

Grab your dusty hat
throw it on the fire with mine
have to let brains breathe.