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Sonnet

Tim Craven

This reward is just micro-moles
of dopamine dripping off
the midbrain floor, axon tentacles
crisscrossing the hemisphere-halves,
the caudate nucleus lit up like Reno.
The cut brakes of obsession from 5-HT
siphoned off in the night and runaway hope
swinging from the amygdala, beating heart
and quickness of breath
just sympathetic circuitry.
I have the science
but the effect of the scent
of your apricot shampoo
is inexplicable, inescapable.