I’m not too happy that fruit flies have brains

since I swat them whenever I see them or think I see them.
I know about their brains because I met a scientist 

who tinkers with their "learning circuitry," 
“the actual mechanics

of how a memory trace is laid down in a nerve cell or neuron.” 

All this proxy—dissecting the behavior of an insect—
to figure out how the brain works

for something like typing at which my mother was a pro

and me, fairly miserable because of some disorder
which it seems my daughter has inherited

since she also exhibits left/right confusion. However,

she can twist a cherry stem into a bow with her tongue
an ability no doubt from an ancestral brain

but which also reveals something about a summer in Florence.
In other words, too-much-information regarding memory trace.