"To find a connectome, or the mental makeup of a person,"
researchers experimented with the neurons of a worm
then upgraded to mouse hoping
"to unravel the millions of miles of wire in the [human] brain"
that they liken to "untangling a bowl of spaghetti"
of which I have an old photo: Rei in her high chair delicately
picking out each strand to mash in her mouth.
Was she two? Was that sailor dress from Mother?
Did I cook from scratch? If so, there was a carrot in the sauce
as Mother instructed and I'll never forget
since some strand determines infatuation as a daughter's fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a connectome like a bowl of spaghetti..? quite funny ;)