on being a linda blair doppelgänger
have you ever had an aura? maybe in the middle of a migraine?
your left eye becomes the eye of a large cat your peripheral vision
wraps around the side of your head
it’s like someone has slit open your eye you fall into a fugue state
you are home alone and 60 you dont know where your parents are
father on his heavenly horse mother wasting away in a retirement rez
surrounded by prickfaces today i waited 2 hrs to speak to a nasty
neuroscientist dressed in boiled wool she often looks me up+down
and she is pinched like the nerves in my cervical spine
today she doesn’t even ungrace me with her presence she sends a
resident who keeps asking: are you sure you don’t want to talk to the
doctor? she clearly wants to go home feed her fish unplug her toilet
of course i don’t want to speak to the fucking boiled wool doctor!
migraines began the day i moved mother in with said prickpeople
who were: nasty unhappy dying +drool intense pain ripping through
nose cheek +wildeyebrow
a 4 day migraine began with mother’s last breath after a 15 hr. knell
they disappeared miraculous +suspicious after her submerge so
were they a possession? a regression? a depression?
or an alien mothership trip? ie., take me to your wombtomb
the resident’s hello hello are you still there? jolts me back NO i don’t
need a doctor i need an exorcism time to cut the linda blair crap no more
peeing on the floor fuckingjesus backflips down the stairs it’s time to buck up bitch
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Winter 2023 ..grant me a wild wicked old woman’s frenzy.. W.B. Yeats/AAC
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