Last night, the storm
like the migraine raged and shook
A tree hugged the house as the wind
fiercely asked the question of what happens
when we build our data centers and drop our bombs
when we forget we are connected and not separate
My migraine asked a similar question
what happens when the body is forsaken
what happens when the body is disconnected
what happens when you don’t listen to the cries of pain
before it’s too late.