Prompt: Describe Your Brain, or, I Keep My Macaroni in a Giant Plastic Teddy Bear, and I Think I'll Miss It When I Move OutT

I keep my macaroni in a giant plastic teddy bear-
That's not weird, I swear-
he opens up his brain and pours out my dinner.

I wish my brain would pour itself out
to be cooked and turned over by boiling water
tumble tumble
soften
smush.
Sometimes I think my thoughts
are macaroni in the pan
floating around
bubbling,
getting softer and
softer until they're
overcooked.
mush. But mostly
burned to the bottom of the pan,
because my hands are tied
and I can't stir.
But in the end
my mind is more like
Chop suey,
frozen vanilla,
dentures, flubber,
a million degrees above Fahrenheit,
two below Celsius,
and entirely me.
I know so, because I don't remember who I am,
and I am very forgetful.