PARDON MY FRONTAL LOBOTOMY

by Sophia Lucia

Excuse me, do you know where the restroom is?

I must confess to you, I smell like a petri dish. 

This feeling is strange like when you take a 

Sip

Thinking it’s

Water

But it’s 

Milk

(the iris of your eyes, your arm akimbo)  

I have a Sacagawea I could surprise the waiter with!

—I didn’t mean to be rude 

(my arms dangled)

my sides all rolled out like dough, like

I never wanted to tell you how

Luminous 

The fridge appears at night.

This complimentary soup looks delicious.

This complimentary salad looks delicious.

I’m picturing stars like white shifting between

The wrong spots, water breaks, new life.

This ain’t rocket science

This ain’t no frontal lobotomy 

(Severing connecting fibers with hands so clammily)

Girl. 

I’m just sayin.

I’d marry your brother just to get in your family. 

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Sophia Lucia is an experimental writer, performer, and musician. She is based out of Chicago & Paris. She has an ongoing project writing and producing her own one-woman variety show entitled, 'Freak Show Cabaret!’