I WAKE with headache. Anchored at my eyebrows it spreads back like the tentacles of a jellyfish to sting and poison my brain. It hurts to see, everything the color of smokers’ teeth. I close my eyes, full of sand. My ears enroll a hum, a steady electric signal from the past, a history lesson I can’t make out. My fingers are lead soldiers, stripped of paint, heavy and dull. Hello! I must be dying. My chin is a stump.

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