Benadryl, a poem

the pollen swarm
is passing strewed

the snarling snout

hold on, hold on
here comes another
biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig breath in

it's quiet up here

this frozen millisecond

where velocity is zero

and my eyes are closed

at the apex of this sneeze

I am not rising

I am not falling

and it's so quiet up here

I wish I could stay

and out you go
impartial spray

toxicly pink pill,
you do nothing to pollen
you do everything to me
so I may find
uncoordinated tolerance between sternutations

what is done when you are here
is lost

what is not done when you are gone
is found

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