it's normal
to think the worse.
you test your vision by
closing each eye
to see how blurry they might be.
of course it's a massive
brain tumor.
what else could it be.
you put an ice pack on
the back of your head
and carefully lie down.
almost tripping over a black
high heel left on the floor,
and then you remember
that Betty came by last night
with a bottle of tequila.
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