I joined the club,
no invitation
Twenty months ago.
After the car wreck.
I joined with a friend, TBI.
Along came jaw swish, TMJ.
Dystonia the real killer.
Running red lights is 4-points only
Compared to my 100% hot wired brain.
By now, no one wants to hear
Of yet another migraine.
What can they do any way?
Did you take your medicine?
Maxalt for an attack.
Did you listen to your tape?
Relaxation and lavender light
Gently tries to consume
Head Pain 101.
When it starts—mind goes awry—
In the eyeballs, in the sudden neck strain,
In the burning ears, nausea in the gut
Throbs and throbs
The total head is assaulted and ambushed.
I can’t tell body from mind or soul.
Everything comes to standstill.
Day and night merge.
Stop everything.
Close the drapes; I need darkness.
Turn off the TV and the music.
I’m sexual; I’m hungry
I’m depressed; I am
Je ne sais quoi.
Stop the traffic outside
Where are my pills, my pills?
I can’t work; I eat my favorite salad.
“I’m sorry you have to go through this,”
I hear the whisper. I am near tears for two hours.
I can’t cry. The brain is charged and electrocuting me.
Give me morphine. I want to die.
Some club.
