Twice recently, I have received a bag or a box of memorabilia, mostly related to my father. It has been wonderful either seeing pictures that I have never seen before or reliving old memories.
But it has also made me sad. When my mom remarried and sold the house in which my sister and I grew up, I was in the midst of a depression. We were cleaning out our childhood rooms and going through 25 years of accumulated detritus. Since I was depressed, I had no sense of sentimentality, at all. I threw away most of the keepsakes of my youth — pictures, yearbooks, awards. I wish that I had kept all that stuff.
One thing that I DID keep was a poem. It was written by Jim Maloney. We went to school together from elementary school through high school graduation.
Jim may have written this to be satirical (I was often the butt of teasing because of my goody-two-shoes mentality, but my mother had me convinced that anything beyond chaste kissing would result in the total ruin of the rest of my life — no job, no husband, no family, no income — life in the street, living for handouts), but I have hung on to it, choosing instead to think of it as my own personal ode.
Jim–I thank you. This poem brings a smile to my face, 25 years later.
I have had a headache for the past four days. When I have one that lasts more than a day, I am exhausted when it finally goes away, and (dare I say) a bit fearful of it coming back again. Eventually, I begin to feel like myself again, even though I know that another one is inevitably around the corner.
This is what I feel I look like when I have a headache. I think that we can all agree that it is a good thing that this isn’t reality.
Feels like my head is twisting itself
Several months ago, I was inspired by my headache to write this poem. It’s not much, but I thought I would save it rather than trash it.
Lights are flashing
Hands are shaking
Who lives in my head?
Please stop partying!
Turn down the music and quit jumping on the floor!
Don’t you have to work?
I can’t believe my mind tenant is so lazy
Here’s the deal: I’ve sent your resume to some employers
You have to move
I’m evicting you
I’m THE landlord of my head and I want you gone
And I’m keeping the security deposit for punching holes in my walls