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.
 

4 comments:

  1. "loosening teeth
    like forgiveness."
    I really do wish I could write as well as you. You know that, right?

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  2. I agree with "t" above ... that is a brilliant line!

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  3. My teeth ached thru this as they are giving up the ghost! hee hee. What's that phrase: resistance is futile? But you are young and beautiful and a long ways off from the white flag!!!!!!

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