It's said
that 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 minute, over-
feel it instead.
