last night I woke up with a weird headache
like there was a poisonous marble
lodged in my brain
and 800 milligrams of Ibuprofen
couldn't help the fear
it was an aneurysm
or cancer
and I caught myself thinking
of my meeting with Yolanda the next day
and how I forgot to call my account manager
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem