PHINEAUS GAGE by Beth Haist

Phineaus Gage
that’s me
Without the annoying encumbrance of an iron rod through my occipital orb (well you know a
Railroad tie would have been a bummer)
I am told among other things
I have the spatial visual reasoning of a 8-month-old
To maybe 8 year-old (on a good day)
No rubik cubes for me–
Just trust falls and fly thru
My life use to work like Indonesian traffic
Strange cacophony of noise and movement
Careening wild —
Closing my eyes and hanging on to Gopal &
His buzzing motorbike
Now Me closing my eyes
And learning a new
Momentum