Sometimes the brain just gets tired–too many holidays, too much work or age, (any is too many) reports of violence.
It begins to shy away from the unpleasant and the uncertain, merely scanning (at most) headlines, seeking out known books to re-read, vaguely trolling through mild TV show clips on the internet.
What the brain is really looking for at these times is a full frontal lobe lie-down, an occasion for occipatal un-occupation, a cozy cover for the cerebellum, i.e. sleep. Indulge it! (Says she to self.) Try to shut the lids of the eyes (and laptop.)
P.S. – for poems about brains, even villanelles–check out “Going on Somewhere” by Karin Gustafson, Diana Barco and Jason Martin on Amazon.

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