Migraine.

Your timing, forever,
inconveniently painful
Your lighting, fueled
by your 90 proof breath.

It goes away
And I always remember it
as tolerable –
mended by sleep
until it comes back.

Like a migraine
that I invited inside my stupid fucking skull.

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