Lobotomy

The color orange is a metaphor
Butterfly stickers over the florescent light
My mother holding my hand
“It will be over soon.”
The doctor’s fingers
Gloved
Sterile
Cold
The minutes getting shorter
It’s time.

Slides in
Not painful
But uncomfortable

And it’s over.

I’m still sitting here
Studying patches I missed
Shaving my legs
With your name
Etched in my skull.