Don’t forget

Where the Spleen became conscious of feeling. My uncle had died. My family we gathered at my aunt’s. My cousin (who had lost his dad) was devastated. And we started talking. Silly talk: talk about where we truly feel things in our body. Lots of organs felt lots of things but the one that felt the darkest of things was the spleen. For some reason we decided it was the organ which felt truest pain – pain that was too much for the heart. That night, I’m sure, both our spleens were in agony. Continue reading Don’t forget