Hyperfixation

Give me an idea -

Theory, fable or speculation -

Throw it to me

Like you'd give a dog a bone.

Let me gnaw at it,

Sink

These freshly flossed teeth,

Run

my tongue

over it's

osseous

topography,

Get a feel

For underlying form -

Gristle and all.

I'll carry it around

For days,

Weeks -

Til I throw out my neck

And the carpet's a mess.

I'll show it to anyone

Who cares to look:

The ruts, jutts, and scars,

The symmetry

And inconsistencies.

Might even let them have a chew,

If so inclined. 

And when I've tired

of turning it

Over

And

Over

With hands and head,

I'll bury it in the garden

And forget.

Find new bones to pick,

sparrows to chase.

But one day I'll remember

And dig it back up

All knuckles and knees

Inspect where grit, grime and time

Have settled into the grooves

And discover again

what I once knew