Because this pounding isn't going anywhere, anytime soon.
You know you brought it on yourself:
Eyes fastened on bright lights through the night,
Feverish fingers twitching and clicking.
Tell them you're the girl with the exploding head--
Bring a doctor's note and identification, so they can check it--
And you need your head for something,
Just can't quite remember what.
(Need a not-exploding head so you can remember
Why you need a not-exploding head?
That's circular reasoning.
A circle isn't the only thing
Goes round and round and never ends:
A square does, too,
Just stops some places on the way.)
Maybe if we fall
(You first, because I'm scared)
And fall and fall and keep falling
She used to talk to herself, like us--
Or Gollum, precious--
It'll swell large and light, like a balloon
(A blue balloon, or a green one)
And not sit so heavy on our shoulders.
(You fall first.)
Here's the bottle.
Hot eyes struggling to read the label:
Two tylenol, that's all,
Wouldn't want to take too much--
Then curl up and write bad poetry
Till the pounding stills and the pain is gone.
Maybe we'll sleep today,