Headache

Walk into the kitchen.

   Hey mom, can I have an apple?
Sure.
   Wait, why did I come in here?
Walk back to the bedroom.
   Oh yeah, I needed some aspirin.
Right.
    Back to the kitchen.
Honey, have you seen my briefcase?
   It's right by the front door.
Thanks.
    Wait, why did I come in here?
Walk back to the bedroom.
     I slap my forehead...aspirin.
Damn.
     Back to the kitchen, again.
Mom, sorry I spilled!
     Let's clean it up then.
(sigh)
     Back to the bedroom.
Geez, I really have a headache.

I need some aspirin.


Caren E. Salas


Day 16 of April PAD: A "mixed up" poem. Story of my life.

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