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