this is my kryptonite

this is my kryptonite



yellow heads turn to white fluffs

as wind passes it picks up these hitchhikers

cascading across the fields

landing in my hair

i want to give chase and swat my hands at them

instead i rub my eyes

i want to scratch them out

and the histamines do their work

mucous begins to run from my nosethen onto the sleeve of my arm


dandelions are pretty

i have to run away

from love that follows close behind

i close my door, my windows

and ignore your constant whispers on the wind



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