when the headache returned, i was scared.

was the emotion finally ready to come out?

mallets, sledgehammers,

asteroids, black holes and mistake after mistake,

fuck, so persistent.

the emotion curls, stuck, on the other side of my eye,

beaming universe blue, on everyone and everything.

it is waiting for that one moment i give in,

pluck my eye right out with whatever is on hand,

lo mein covered chopsticks, probably,

or possibly my own claws and vigor.

the eye rolls off the plate, like that meatball song,

and the emotion pours out, spreading across the entire space,

gaseous, i guess.

but anyway, in the meantime, i curl up around you,

wearing nothing other than a pounding headache.

i tell you such and you are so quick on your feet,

moving as fast as my immediate crisis, whenever i remember universe blue.

you hand me some medication, hold my dimpled hand.

i swallow, with averted eyes, wearing nothing other than panic,

you go to bed but i can’t,

caffeine great for the blood vessels.

if you and me, just you and me, were to space travel, where would we go?

is there something universe blue in you too?