The Headaches

I suffer from headaches.

I’ve tried everything I can to fix them.

This isn’t a poem, this is no prose, this isn’t a confession.

This is a white flag.

That I wave quietly.

And slowly.

And every time the ache returns.

Tylenol by the bucket, cold clothes en masse, but the ache remains.

If you cannot beat the headache, join the headache.

Dance in the streets, embrace it.

It’s going to be there whether you like it or not.

Some people tell me to drink tea for headaches.

Some people tell me to take a nap.

I’d rather live my life, and everything that comes with it.

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