Miserable eyes make me grumpy;
the sun’s glare
like needles dipping in and out.

Hiding behind tinted windows,
my agony is turned inwards,
pressed onto the cavities of my brow.

Exhausted and hot,
I sip Neurofen from a cup
and crunch ice.

It cools me down
but does little to influence my head.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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