Like a snowed yellow pale,
Spring pollen covers yards,
Homes; sticks like dust
The way neglect
Covers a mantelpiece
Or forgotten knick-knack.
But unlike snow,
Pollen doesn’t melt.
It lingers, instead—
Lets you breathe it in
So you can’t breathe—
Chokes you in meetings,
At dinner, everywhere.
Everywhere, people sneeze.
Cough. Sniffle. Snort.
Sneeze again, sounding
Like a shotgun
Blast ringing and echoing.
It kicks, repeats, and when
You hold up a tissue
Like a white flag to surrender,
The pollen makes you
Blow your brains out,
Right out through your nose,
In between your eyes.
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