Thank you, pollen

for awakening me with a head
that feels like a block of wood,
too heavy for my scrawny neck
to hold. Thank you for crunchy,
crusty eyes and barely functioning
ears through which I hear garbled
words that make no sense. Thank you
for screwing with my balance, making
me appear drunk at 8 a.m. I know you
have an important purpose in life,
sticking to little bee legs and coating
the throats of beautiful flowers
but my throat is scratchy and not so
beautiful so please fuck off.

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