11.25.2012

allergens

Pressure builds
behind my eyes,
loosening teeth
like forgiveness.

I wish I could
convince my face
to take up arms
in resistance,

but as my heart
resists struggle,
so my leukocytes
wave a white flag.

The battle is futile;
I may as well give up.

Poem #25 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.