Coconut day.
The coconut day.
A researcher used poems,
written post-ictal,
that tried to capture seizure
experiences. One guy
wrote about the day,
he spent all his money on
coconuts. Filled his rucksack.
No memory just a weight.
I've shared it with each
paid up member of the brain
cootie club. We ALL get
it. The trying to fathom
HOW exactly that happened.
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