His forehead

My pockets jingling

A migraine into view

I’m about to fall and he’s lurching

To save me a bruised knee

Lavender vision

Sheathes of tiny pinprick blooms

Blind

Gasping in notes

I’ve got this

And I’m gone

wrestling with bees
migraine approaching
taught a lesson at home on Mosiah 4-6
the changing of heart
aren’t we all beggars
believe and do what you believe

my head overcrowded with migrainic thoughts
words Mincing mixing with pictures
a wave of nausea for the head
a ship in the mind upheaving

I’ve teased my cat away
rubbing the bright white chest til she carefully bite me twice in warning
i should’ve stopped earlier
i lost her as a companion
tonight at least

self soothing on the wrong object
my mind is full of bees