Second Poem of the June-a-thon!

Here it is as promised!

A second poem for your enjoyment!!!

The Head, the Heart, and the Heathens

I know these are my legs

for they match my freckly arms,

and the skin that mirrors back at me in my reflection,

but how do I know that my heart is mine,

and not a mere stand in for the shattered one of the forgotten years?

Or that my mind is my own,

and not that of someone or something at the other end of the black holes

that suck in everything I see and transport it to uncharted brain matter?

How do I know that I am me,

and not a mere reproduction of someone else,

or a transformed, time broken, newer version of someone I used to be?

How do I know

that I am thinking

and thus can know

I am

when I am not even sure that these thoughts are my own?

With so many contradictions

it’s hard to imagine anything else.

It’s hard to know who to trust

the head

the heart

or the heathens