It's said
a shrimp's heart
is in its head.
Sounds impressive—
but easy
to pull off when
you're an arthropod,
and all of your armor
is a part
of the facade.
Still,
I admit, there's
a pit
beneath my soft skin
and deep inside
my rib cage, which,
if not quite
obsessed, is
at the very least
curious
what it would be like
to stop
overthinking this
and, just for
a bit, over-
feel it instead.
