Glitter

This is weird, but after over a decade, I can't deny it anymore. My migraine hallucinations are always worse in a lit bathroom. Particularly when I'm standing over a bathroom counter, and especially when I'm leaning a bit, like when I'm looking in the mirror more closely, or spitting in the sink.

If I've been sitting in a dim room, the flickering lights may be all but gone. But once I'm in the lit bathroom, the intensity goes waaaaaaaay up, and the flickering becomes strobe-like.

Why the bathroom? I just don't get it. It might have something to do with all the white in there, and the bright lights. Holy crap, that's weird.

I am currently on day eleven of a new glitter migraine. I believe it was brought on by the asthma attack I had caused by a fog machine at the Dangerous Liaisons play. I sure hope it goes away. This is the first longterm migraine I've had in about four years.

Valentine

Valentine

by Carol Ann Duffy

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

My Back is Creepy as Heck

I took these tonight:








Eek.