There are 2 invisible antennae that are somewhere on my forehead,
Perhaps at my temples and their hidden sensitivity may be the cause of my propensity towards migraines.
I have developed these appendages as a defensive adaptation for they are skilled at sensing the unsaid.
They perk up and sharpen seeking those unspoken resentments, daggers to be guarded against.
Necessary as a child, it was a matter of survival, sensing, turning, feeling the space in between, their acuity has developed with years of use

I have two other, complimentary appendages which I might call bubble hands –
Not really hands as they are most often activated through spoken word.
But also their work is accomplished through what is left unspoken
The bubble hands are activated in response to the antennae
Their job is is to insulate from emotional daggers
They work equally on both the sender and the target of those sharp arrows
They reach out, patting down, here, there, all around
Bubble wrapping all the sharp edges

And while these have served me in times of need,
And though quite invisible to the undiscerning eye,
I look quite ridiculous to myself walking round with these appendages sticking out of my forehead and sides.
So I cut them off – respectfully I declare that I am cutting them off.

#NaPoWriMo prompt today was to write a poem presenting a scene from from an unusual angle or point of view. In looking for an image of antennae to accompany today’s poem I came across pictures of the Antennae Galaxies – two colliding galaxies. The images are stunning! Not only did I find them on google but here they are in a book in my living room!