During the Summer
I dream about the Winter
During the Winter I dream about the Fall
when I have dreams about the Spring
I wake up screaming
because nothing says terror
full of pollen, just waiting
to make me sneeze
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.