Today’s Prompt: What do people incorrectly assume about you?
(my train of thought upon seeing this prompt: “I don’t know what people assume about me, it’s in their heads.” “Ooh, what if you knew what was in people’s heads?” “Ooh let’s write a poem about telepathy.” So here we are.)
Thoughts don't have edges the way objects do. In my dreams I picture people perfect, though in the waking world I only recall fuzzy arms moving, or someone's hair. In my head, the day Saturday reminds me of the game Operation's face, but more realistically human. Tuesday is the same but with a glowing red nose. In my head, the number eight is a warrior, a leader of all the evens, battling the evil odds. What would I find inside your head? Do you photographically recall pictures of the world? Do songs remind you of dance motions? Is the color aquamarine as pretty for you as for me? Can you recall song melodies clearly, shift them up and down keys? Can you memorize math in cramped margin maps? Is the color red just okay sometimes? What in the world is it like for things to be easier with your right hand, not your left? (come, sit with this feeling, stretch the limits of your own mind and imagine living in someone else's.) If I could unfold my mind like a flower, stretch with pollen scents to attract the stray bee-thoughts of another's hive mind, how would I comprehend the world that they see? A noseless-Saturday, a green sweeter than aquamarine, movement a little skewed to the right? Thoughts don't have edges the way objects do. These things that I think live inside of my skin, a multitude of colors and dances inking page thin-- But if I could reach across skins and know the minds of the foreign, what bee thoughts would I then comprehend?
Jordyn Saelor 