The truth is my eyes should be shuttered
against the light but I am too awake to close
my laptop or risk drifting back into sleep.
Already I have broken plans, fallen further
behind in hopes a cluster would stop
fucking the space around my mind-
if migraines are grapes and grapes wealth
I am richer than I've ever hoped.
That is one way of framing misery,
to trick the mind into relaxing, forgiving
rebellion against the skull. Of lying.

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