Like a puppy,
almost blind,
trapped in a Cone of Shame,
I'm desperate to scratch,
to poke at,
to chew on
whatever bug is biting me,
whatever welts
my body is throwing up
in response
to whatever topic it is
that I'm suddenly allergic to.
Worse yet,
I can't seem to sleep for the itching.
Where's the drug
that I can take
to make this go away?
How long before the seasons change
and whatever thought is in the air
matures,
or goes to seed,
freeing me from this
eternal
internal
itching?
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