Remember when we met?

It starts as a soft buzz in the back of my brain, crescendoing to the inevitable nuclear explosion in my frontaI lobe. I feel, I recognize, I know in my soul, what’s coming-like an arthritic sensing a change in the weather. I grit my teeth..”Shit! Now? Not now. Please! Fuck!”

I awake staring up at scary staring faces. “Uhh ,” I whisper, “I’m good. Please call me a taxi.” I so want to disappear, be a ghost. But everyone wants explanations. “What happened? Are you okay? …”

Then you leaned forward, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “You’re a taxi. Take me home.“