I have a headache
I treat it with two ibuprofen pills
And drink them down with bean broth from the garden back home
Mixed with tattered bits of veggie bacon
That I took back here in a Tupperware container
The ones with light blue lids that pop when you press them on
Never thought that would remind me of home
But still makes me smile
And all my thinking of silver hands and standing stones
And jumping with banshees to avoid the last stair of the fire exit
That only goes down and not up for some reason
Lets me get out of that feeling of my face being wrong
The hair glued to the scalp
And the air feeling too still
And I don’t mind the mosquitoes
Putting a bump on each of my right fingers
Because I get to wander and look at mushrooms and cobwebs
And send pictures and recorded rivers to Mom and Dad
Smiling at the texts they send back
Because I like to share the earth in photos
And at night, when I don’t need to write about headstones
(One of the few times staying up ‘til 1 AM feels good)
I’ll spend them watching Bella Lugosi and listening to jellyfish lofi
But this time, I don’t laugh alone
Words flowing between like a two-stream-at-least river
And that will always be enough
