Sunday, October 9, 2011

the dance card

Since I was a little girl
who began wearing glasses
somewhere around age 7...
I have been a headache person...

When I was 17
and studying for a final exam
about the Russian novel, Dr Zhivago,
I was suddenly thrown into my very own
Russian Novel...

For three long intense days
I suffered with the migraine
of my life...

Until...

The friendly neighborhood doctor
around the corner suggested...
that it might be my appendix...

I have no recollection
of how that actually happened...
All I remember is that my head was ready to blast open...
and I had missed my Dr Zhivago final...

But I ended up with an an appendix
ready to burst...
and eventually, after surgery,
my headache was gone...

For the last three months or so
I have been living in a headache cycle...

From morning to afternoon
and on into the evening
I am waltzing in and out of the arms
of a variety of headaches,
some quite large...
and others, small but still annoying...

I can't recall my dance card
ever being so full...
though I know that it has...

I wish they would all disappear...
these disagreeable partners
that want to dance
and fill my head with frivolity
when all I want to do is get on with my day...

I find the long lean ones particularly displeasing...
they make it a habit to linger through the evening
and then there they are...
Waiting...the minute I open my eyes...
ready to start dancing again...

I don't like the ones with those short stubby fingers either...
they poke me right behind the eye
and they keep poking
until they have my undivided attention...
What kind of way is that to woo a girl
into dancing...

Eventually, this music will end...
and I will tear up this dance card...
I'm depending on it...

And I have an appointment
at my neurologist the end of the month...

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