Pained

My head hurts Though everyone's head hurts It's jack knifed stalks of eyes pain With oh so careful precision slicing of brow I am resting I suppose But so guiltily that my shoulders hunch A breeze keeps tending to me Trying to bring me round It was there as I drove home Lifting leaves off trees like little billet-doux that flutter past missing their mark "Somewhere in the universe is a kiss for your forehead" it whispers I'm in an almost half dream as the bedroom curtain billows Trying to offset my own narrative with some invented affection that may ease my aches It makes my pillows feel softer I'm in the drift that pulls to sleep Neck bones slotted together like wattle Two realities one of brick laden gravity The other levitation Maybe this is a relived moment of past life pain Or maybe I just have a headache Pain thresholds are a funny thing As is any level of tolerance There until it's not No breeze now The window is closed.