Sneezefest (a poem)

Yesterday was a day of constant sneezing, despite a low pollen count. I can’t tell you how many t-shirts, handkerchiefs, and hand towels I went through during the day—I totally lost count. It made for a weird night’s sleep, too, turning it into more of a series of naps. Fortunately, it seems to have passed—for now.

Explosions
Wet bombs
Red-faced excursions
into damp cloths
and sore sides

An incapacitant
without the noise

Relentless
hesitation
Breathless pre-release
The sudden outburst
…and scene

(17 May 2016—posted May 18th)

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