Sometimes my brain feels like a 

2008 lime green Kia Soul -

which is to say its presence is a menace, 

it stalls at the worst times,

and is without a doubt,

the worst.

My brain feels like the moldy Swiss cheese

that lingers in the back of a fridge.

Calling in its puke-worthy stench to have mercy and 

toss it out already. 

My brain is like the Dell Laptop,

my mom bought in 2012. In that it 

glitches out over any minor inconvenience 

and despite the fact that it takes at least 

twenty minutes to load anything 

is still in use.

Late at night, 

I wonder if I even have a brain 

or if it’s actually slime leftover from the 

Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards that managed its way into my cranium. 

This leads to questions like,

is that sound I hear my internal monologue or 

the toxic green goo swishing around in my head? 

I guess some questions 

are meant to go unanswered. 

Whatever does happen to be up there,

be it a real brain 

or brain splat,

it has gotten me this far 

and that’s impressive.