It took two to hook me up;
The wires, the glue, my head
Bearing coils, an electrical Medusa.
A brain to poke and probe, the swing
Arm strobe hangs above me
Flickering fast and bright, Stare
Into the light! Someone barks.
It's an assault, all squares and triangles.
They come fast, furiously inciting
The brain spit and spike.
Strapped, I clench my fist tight,
Fight, feel my whole body tense,
The jerk, myoclonic. I am seized
By some god, all blue buzz and fury,
He turns my green eyes gray -
Silver-mirrors -- and I pray
Not to let him take me, shaking
My bones in their sockets til
I rattle like some crude shaman's
Toy. I hear the leaded needle,
Scratching on the graph, plotting
Fast the spikes and waves,
My snow-capped North,
My deep, lush South.
Jaw clenched I bite,
My tongue bleeds rubies,
Til I make the grand crossing,
Til the voyage is over, and
The Big Bad comes and I am
Dropped from his grip like
A rag doll, limp and vacant.
Eyes opened, someone says,
"Sarah, wake up. Today
you did well."