How does it feel?
My head is an 8’x10’ windowless room populated by 17 toddlers.
My head is the skin of a snare drum played by Gene Krupa.
My head is filled with the Rockettes and it’s the Christmas Spectacular.
My head is a steel drum filled with pebbles, rolling down Grandfather Mountain.
Phenegran, Imitrex, Vicodin, Ultram … A medicine dance performed without legs.
Forty-eight hours going on a lifetime.
There is a war in my head and the righteous lose ground as the evil-doers advance in the darkness of a migraine.
