Allergies

I’m allergic to grass

And P.E.

And people who make me feel weird;

I’m allergic to cats and dogs,

Normal things people do

Without thinking

Because they’ve never had to;

I’m allergic to tight little T-shirts

That make my boobs stick out

Like something obscene in a room full of kids,

Who don’t know what to call me except “funny”:

Rudolph with a bright red nose

Cause I’m fucking cold.

Always cold

Even in the cruel heat of summer

With not enough blood in my hands and feet

To keep me rooted me to the ground

But i’m not allergic to flowers.

Never have been.

Even when they made me sneeze,

I’d press them dry and tape them up onto the wall

Seeing something of myself

In their delicate beauty

Fragrant skin

And strange indefatigable will

To grow