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Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document Migraine as Whale: A Triptych By Sarah M. Sala I Your wusband and some locals charter a whale-watching tour in the North Pacific Ocean. The surf is huge— rough weather moving in tomorrow. The boat carves celadon waves into midnight navy depths. All day you scan the horizon for humpback whales until the captain cuts the engine. Surface tension gives way to a whale’s bumpy tubercles, her tuxedo shirt throat grooves, you’re met with her distrustful orbiting eye. Something shifts in you. After the catamaran pitches back to harbor, the other parties disembark. But the horizon continues to lurch like the unsteady hull of a ship. Except now, it’s the walls of the apartment. The kitchen stove, the pendant lights, even the blankets insist on this heaving motion. Everywhere you sight land, the ocean’s undulation echoes. As best you can, you surrender to the waves. I am a boat, you say. I am a wave. I am a whale. I am a whale’s iris. But you awaken to brain coral for a skull. Ocean tackle lacerates your bottom lip. Trawling nets sink your quads. Wherever you go, your pant legs pour sand. You’ve already missed so much work, you drift to the subway. Today you’re slated to present your research to the department chair. When you confess your new body to a colleague at the elevator bank, she says, but you don’t look sick. II Your wusband and some locals charter a whale watching tour in the North Pacific Ocean. The surf is huge— rough weather moving in tomorrow. The boat carves celadon waves into midnight navy depths. All day you scan the horizon for humpback whales until the captain cuts the engine. Surface tension gives way to a whale’s bumpy tubercles, her tuxedo shirt throat grooves, you’re met with her distrustful orbiting eye. Something shifts in you. After the catamaran pitches back to harbor, the other parties disembark. But the horizon continues to lurch like the unsteady hull of a ship. Except now, it’s the walls of the apartment. The kitchen stove, the pendant lights, even the blankets insist on this heaving motion. Everywhere you sight land, the ocean’s undulation echoes. As best you can, you surrender to the waves. I am a boat, you say. I am a wave. I am a whale. I am a whale’s iris. But you awaken to brain coral for a skull. Ocean tackle lacerates your bottom lip. Trawling nets sink your quads. Wherever you go, your pant legs pour sand. You’ve already missed so much work, you drift to the subway. Today you’re slated to present your research to the department chair. When you confess your new body to a colleague at the elevator bank, she says, but you don’t look sick. III a whale . huge— moving . celadon waves into midnight . . , her throat grooves, . . , other parties . . , . , , . Everywhere you sight , . , . , . . . . , . . . Wherever you go, . You miss , . . When you confess your new body , , you don’t look sick. Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data Poem. Original formatting can be seen on <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/161722/migraine-as-whale-a-triptych#tab-related" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">the Poetry Foundation website</a>. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "Migraine as Whale: A Triptych" by Sarah M. Sala Subject The topic of the resource Poetry, Sarah M. Sala, Migraines Description An account of the resource Poem by Sarah M. Sala which addresses invisible illness, physical pain, and coming to terms with being ill. The first section of the triptych comprises nine stanzas which are then repeated and altered in the second and third sections. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sala, Sarah M. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/issue/161687/january-february-2024" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Poetry (January/February 2024)</a> Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Poetry Foundation Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource January 2024 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource © 2025 Poetry Foundation Relation A related resource <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/161722/migraine-as-whale-a-triptych#tab-related" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/161722/migraine-as-whale-a-triptych#tab-related</a> 2020s 21st Century Chronic Illness Invisible Illness Literature Migraines Poetry Sarah M. Sala Women Poets