Skin itched by
sweat rash grown, on
my shoulders when rubbed
by clothes that don’t breathe

A ear is blocked
I can hear my own voice
Irritated by the sound of it
against some blurry, trivial noise

I cannot bear matters
that does not see itself resolved;
But more annoyed by
those who does and did not

If tomorrow always find things better
Like a clock with self-steering gear
— it intimidates me, the thought of
all midnight struggles futile

This emotional ball of yarn
is rolling forward and bigger
I lay all fingers to disentangle
only weaved them tighter

I am suffocated
by the impatience to spit it out
My mouth wide open,
the candy sticks in my throat

I'm allergic to nuts
Almonds, pecans, pistachios alike
I get sore, red, and outright fading
Heavy breathing, I could hear angels singing

I'm allergic to milk
One day, curiosity killed the cat
I drank a carton in a blink
My stomach got smashed, I hurled rats

I'm allergic to shrimps
In a mistake I swallowed a pint
Itching back, thousand curses uttered
"Never again" a reminder I muttered

Consequences known of straying too near
Agony, suffering, and kicking the bucket
Hearing the crowd's jeer and sneer
I should have stayed far away from the culprits

I have allergy, you must have one too
Don't casually put food in your mouth and chew
Read the ingredients first, scrutinize every bits
You wouldn't want regrets as your daily visits

Kim has a hairless cat that looks like an old man with a wrinkled neck.

“Euuww, it’s bald.” I observed, when I first saw it.
“It’s hypoallergenic.” she says.
“I read that it’s the cat’s saliva, from grooming - not the fur that people are allergic to.” I instruct.
“What if you were allergic to your boyfriend's saliva?!” she wonders.
“Dang, that means a rash ALL OVER, I suppose!”
We noddingly agree.

Snakes won't cross a braided rope,
so I take the leads up from around my bed.
I remember her face-
bright and
smiling beside mine
white as if she had just shed a skin
and the dunes grow now over the urchin barrens,
a desert in the sea.
I can peer beneath the 3rd lid
my heart claws at my throat,
allergy tight from the judging shade of
green.
The 3rd lid opens over the Taklamakan,
Tibetan horns sound so old -
ancient vagus nerve endings in my throat but my heart claws them away.
Snakes won't cross a braided rope but
her eyes are green and we lay a
cottonmouth skin across her womb.
All I see are diamonds on the ring fingers.

This medication is called Trilafon or Perphenazine.
When I took it, I had the worst nightmare I've ever seen.
Life is something to be cherished.
But in December of 1996, I almost perished.
After my doctor wrote the prescription, I took the Trilafon.
If I hadn't been taken to the emergency room, I'd be gone.
Trilafon helps some people but it makes other people sick.
After taking this medication, I learned that I'm allergic.
I'd like to say it was all just a dream but it was real.
The doctors in the ICU saved me with Benadryl.
I foamed at the mouth and it felt like the Trilafon was burning out my brain.
I hope nobody else experiences this pain.
My doctor ticked me off when he wanted me to continue taking Trilafon with a side effect pill.
There was no way in Hell I'd keep taking it after being so ill.
Now I take a different medication and all is well.
It's much better to take Risperadol or Seroquel.
I was only twenty-five in 1996 and that would've been far too young to go.
If a doctor wants to prescribe you Trilafon, please say no.

I'm allergic
        Is it worst case?
It will eventually end my life.
       An allergy that would cost your life?
Yeah. Precisely. Totally.
       May I know?
Losing you.

if my lips are red.
I had avocado (it does not agree with my body).
Stroke me-
but proceed with caution.
if my lips are read.
Dickens was ******
through my nail-beds.
and is sprouting around my veins.
“Honey” me-
with the dew from his tongue and his alone:
i will open myself up freely to you,
like petals spreading from a bud-
only less graceful.
and not as Chaste.
quite ******, actually;
when my cells are fighting against a forbidden fruit.
- the alligator pear of mexico and birch pollen -
and my tongue is soaked in English verse.