I saw the room where they do it

Where they lop off a piece of your brain

Sew you back up like nothing has happened

Then dress you again in your Sunday best

“What an obedient Christian housewife!”

The older women lay down their knitting to clap

You smile, but your eyes show no feeling

Every thought you have a product

Of your husbands puppeteering

I saw the forms filled out for me

The girl is clearly very anxious, they say

Her stress makes her think irrationally

We can make her bright and chipper again

A few snips of the frontal lobe

And she’ll never have a care again

Isn’t this the ultimate sign of love?

There’s a spot for his signature, which he provided

But there is no spot for mine

So I cracked the window of my hospital room

Told the nurse I needed some fresh air

But stole away when the hallways sounded still

Into the darkness, directionless and dazed

I know not where I am running to

Or if I will ever know of my old life again

There is only one certainty

I may wander the world for the rest of my days

But

My mind is coming with me