this migraine that brings over-light into my eyes. As my pupils dilate/shrink, I pillpop as clock ticks loud tocks.Delete work, guide myself home to darkbedroom: in the middle of bed, I am a curl.
Uppraise saying no, not today, not now…
Lie backspacing phone-calls, emails, photocopies of conversations: I’ve been upopened, upread, upspoken, upresponsive.
Rolling along hallway, pain is gone!
In the fridge, my hot head on an empty shelf, cool air will chill, and be, my temple.
Uppraise this migraine because nothing that should be done, can be done, while I’m tight-curled in this fridge-cold downmanoeuvre.
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