

I
am,
thanks to
allergies
& sinus pressure,
a real human barometer.
My
pain
is less
about highs
& lows than changes
in the atmospheric pressure.
My
head
feels like
it's being
crushed by a dump truck
hauling a full load of hatred.
The
ache
in my
head is like
an icepick stabbing,
stabbing, stabbing at my temple.
My
head
is in
the world; the
world is in my head;
who says I'm not part of nature?

