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.