Sunday, May 9, 2010

migraine

Oh migraine
railroad spike
stuck in my left temple
you pulse to my heartbeat
and travel over my bumpy scalp and down my neck

light strikes and causes a body blink
a paroxysm
a clinch
an involuntary moan
I crush my face into the pillow

My left eye closed, lid jumping
to achieve single vision
stomach swims around saltines
eaten to provide a bed for
Excedrin Migraine
(as though they are more than acetaminophen, caffeine and filler)

for some reason I thought that the onset of the menopause
would resolve these possibly estrogen based miseries
but the lightening bolts started on Friday night when I forgot to eat
and despite instantly medicating and making a cave of the living room (dark and cool),
you came
pounding your drums
wave against eroding shoreline
hammer against anvil
heart against beat