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. Continue reading Thank you, pollen