"rhinitis" poems
You are dust swimming
through sunbeams in the morning,
sunbeams that pass the slit of my bedroom curtain
like spotlight. You are the main act.
I wait for you to settle on the floor
and blow me away.
You blow me away
and I breathe you in.
I breathe you in despite
the irritating possibilities.
Despite you,
you, making me heady
you, making my eyes watery, red
you, making my nose drip, my heart bleed.
I breathe you in, still.
You are a moment,
the longest suspension of time
before a long awaited sneeze.
You are dust, love,
sometimes we all are.
You are that.
And antihistamine.
And much more,
so much more.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
I thought love was when you made me hot tea in the morning because I was sick
I thought love was how you stocked up on tissues because you found out I had allergic rhinitis
I thought love was when you hugged me in your sleep, without knowing that I was awake and silently crying
I thought love was your commitment to waiting for me, being patient with me knowing that I was not in an easy state
I thought love was the way you dealt with my intoxicated breakdowns
Man, the list could go on because I honestly thought maybe love was all the things you did that I wasn't used to because you made me feel that for once, the stars finally aligned in my favor
but you were just in a phase of infatuation while I was in a phase of breaking down walls, learning to accept the "love" I was never used to.
Real love, my dear is how I am hurting;
is knowing I deserve better
but still wishing you were the better that I deserved.
I miss you
I should stop
but real love doesn't just go away so quickly
which is why I'm left to wonder
why you're so okay with losing me
I guess that just means you never loved me.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
It started with a scratchy throat,
then zapped my nose and eyes;
coughing, sneezing, wheezing,
and my mournful little cries.
Invaded by an unknown foe,
that gave me chills and shakes;
Yes, I tried the chicken soup,
and whatever else it takes.
Can't do things when you're sick,
my organs aren't bionic,
I sit stiffly in my chair,
very rigid; catatonic.
My rhinitis is pathetic,
a sieve I cannot quell;
my eyes leak liquids too,
it's the truth -I feel like hell.
It could be due to weather;
perhaps some allergies;
but I am on the mending road,
whops-excuse me while I sneeze!
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC