During the Summer

I dream about the Winter

During the Winter I dream about the Fall

and

when I have dreams about the Spring

I wake up screaming

because nothing says terror

like flowers

full of pollen, just waiting

to make me sneeze

and wheeze

until I want to claw my eyes out

with a fork, a rusty spoon or a pencil or the sharpest fingernails I can find.

I don’t care who they belong too,

I’m not fussy in that regard.