Metrosphere 2004-2005

Migraines

Lauren M. Royall

 

 

 

My head is a house with faulty wiring.
The power surges go unnoticed until I plug something in
And then the white-hot pain of electrocution
Throws all the breakers and burns out my fuses.
When I talk to the electrician,
"Doctor Fix-It" according to his name tag,
He just tells me to get some surge protectors
Or maybe a generator.
And when my TV gets so fried that it only picks up foreign language stations,
And my stereo makes Metallica sound like Alvin and the Chipmunks singing in Greek,
And all my lamps become seizure-inducing strobe lights,
I call the electrician out again.
He walks in the door and looks around for a moment
And goes back to his truck.
Returning with an economy-size box of light bulbs,
He casually says, "Use these and don't worry about it."
And when all the light bulbs burn out the first night,
I buy a Do-It-Yourself book on rewiring and a pack of candles,
And hope my silver fillings don't make good conductors.