“Right...! ”
I try to explain it
with chocolates
that she(girlishly)
keeps trying to eat.
I pick a luscious
dark chocolate seahorse
And I say “Now this is...”
(and she finishes my sentence for me)
“...your hippocampus! ”
She squeals... delighted with herself.
“That’s correct! ”
I praise her
“...it’s shaped like this seahorse! ”
“And it controls
your memories of you
your “who you are”
your “how your self assembles
its sense of self
...with all its past and future mysteries! ”
“Yes...yes...that’s it!
She claps her hands
thrilled to bits
by the familiar telling
the reassurance of sounds.
And this twisted twirl of almond
with a real almond in the centre of it
“... is your amygdala! ”
She blurts out before me.
“You got it”
I smile.
“Everyone’s got one!
a seahorse
