Spooned

‘There are enough microplastics in your brain to make an entire spoon’
—headline in Fast Company

oh brain spoon
shall we take our medicine
of gray rain

how about we lighten
our thoughts and make them
stackable

what sparks joy must
be smooth and new
and uniquely sleek

no more murky
unAmerican thoughts
of slaughtered children

no more muffled wails
of ambulances buried
in mass graves

neuroplasticity
lets us relax
we moo over the moon

for the spoon the dish
ran away with
has come to a fork