Gardenias, She Said
Gardenias, she said
make me violently ill
but there’s nothing to do
except take another pill.
They’re okay to look at
yet to have them inside
causes my eyes to erupt
just like a June bride.
Then my tongue swells up
my throat starts to close
and the only way to breathe
is through an oxygen hose.
Every year at this time
when birds start to sing
I find myself dreading
the season called Spring.
© William August Kobs, all right reserved.
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