By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 21 April 1998

My Sexiest Headache Ever

    sorry babe I can't speak
     I'm stressing out here
     your nearness is confusing
    everything is out of focus
      your face keeps changing
       first fat
       then angular
    your voice is strange
      predatory
    the room is closing in
         on me
   are we in your bedroom
     or are we in a jungle
      the sweat is rolling
         right off me
     I'm cornered
       at your mercy
   you are going to win
    and I don't care
      about her pictures
    on the wall
  or the lies on your tongue
    or the letters
      I sent you
 in the box beneath your bed
  I see the sun setting
     in the pasture
 outside the window
   the cows look so content
 in the crimson glow
  you know I wish
  I was dumb
 at moments like this
   or drunk
   or shallow
so when it's over
  I won't recall
    a thing