Migraine Madrigal

Null
weight of glass afoot in the skull. Dark familiar with numb knell
of bleed-out, of stroke, forecasting
the moment a lid lifts at last into absence,
music resumes, & dancing. DECEMBER 30, 2017

This poem appears in the LARB Print Quarterly Journal: No. Then the wait, visible, until pain cinches up
the brain. Until it doesn’t. Welcome, acrid scalp jewel.  
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Lisa Russ Spaar is the author/editor of over 10 books of poetry and criticism, most recently Orexia: Poems (Persea, 2017) and Monticello in Mind: Fifty Contemporary Poems on Jefferson (UVA Press, 2016). ¤
 
 
Migraine Madrigal
A thug lurking in umbral headzone
forgotten between episodes. 16,  Art
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the undone, black tree trunks fallen
decades ago shifting now behind one eye. 
Why did they fall unheard, the sky
above a contorted, contracting dome?