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Heart upended

sight suspended

shattering 

light

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“”””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””

 ””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””

Migraine auras. They’d come in sequences of three days, lasting for about twenty minutes each time. Just the auras. Not the headaches. For the most part.

Crossing a bridge, the pungent smell of rosemary, walking away from the house…the  triggers were identifiable. 

It’s been a few years now since the perpetuating upheaval of estrangement. No more auras. They were a physicality of the moment.

The heart in the picture is new and looks like it comes from a teenage notebook. Most definitely.

I added the edges surrounding the heart, cut from an old sketch book where I’d drawn the auras.

Glued together

I look at this picture

as an old tattoo on my

perfectly elastic body 

absorbing the sun in the salt spray.

Aye

I’m a sailor

in the sea of love.