Hi, Julie,
I've had the same trouble posting, so no worries.
I've been lightheaded and queasy enough to want to barf, but never had a migraine, so your poem gave me some insight into what it might be like:
Something swirling and bright that your eyes can't catch
and your feet go floating away, untended.
Don't. Want. To. Go. There.
"Demonstrative" is an interesting take on current events (I assume Baltimore and the spill-over into other cities.) It's an interesting phenomenon. I remember when the Oklahoma bombing happened, I hadn't seen the news and didn't know it had happened until much later, feeling very surreal when I finally heard that I'd gone on with my day, unaware.
Who could know that somewhere across the country
someone died and rioters are rioting? It's silent here
inside these walls. We watch tennis
instead of news. The email comes. We read.
Say "What are they protesting anyway?"
And shrug and root for the underdog in the major.
It's that connect/disconnect thing that is so human.
Donner