she walks in
says
        "i have a splitting headache"
and then retreats
to her room,
too long sweatpants
dragging
on the floor.
and i wonder
if it's the same kind of
headache i get
when i can't stop
thinking
about the
                past
                present
                future
until all i know is that
i don't want to be breathing
                              living
                  ­           correctly pumping blood
                             from my heart
                             to the rest of
                             my body.
i wonder
if she gets those
kind of headaches
that the
over-the-counter
stuff can never
                         soothe.