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By Alyce Wilson

I am having one of my recurring migraines, so I'm going to be forced to keep this quick. My only solution in such situations is to go lie in a dark room with as little sensory input as possible.

For me, a Type A personality, a multitasker, this is sheer torture. Ah, well. It's either that or several more hours of pain.

Here's a poem I wrote a few years back:

eating lunch in Subway again blues gorilla

Ooh, ooh, ooh munch
           s   i   i   i   i   p
Late, gonna be late
       AGAIN       sip
munch       s i p       sip
Country music twangs
        my brain
and I am    sprained (munch)
and  still warm (sip)
and  still hopeful

     <tiny belch>
Thank you.

           — March 23, 1999

Copyright 2003 by Alyce Wilson

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