the headache

as I reach

for the aspirin, the big
thousand

pill bottle

I try to think as to why
my head
is throbbing.

the veins pulsing. there's
a freight train

of thought
racing, crowding the station
with
passengers

I want to unload.

what's the cause of this
headache.

I look at the calendar.
ah yes.

and away we go. I take
two

and wash them down with a
cold glass

of water. it's that easy
now.