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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