Joe says his brain has eyes, and the he can see into other people’s feelings. He says his eyes are so strong, they can see 100 things, the cars in the distance and the airplanes miles away and the weight on my chest. He asks me how my day was, and if I got all of my work done. He asks me if work was hard because people were asking too many questions, he says he can look into my brain, and see what I feel. Sensing what I need, He tells me he missed me, and that I’m wonderful. The eyes of his brain see into me, push past my guilt and undone things. They crawl onto my lap and look up at me, and they are my own eyes, scanning all faces around me, to see what, if anything, anyone might need.