“Marmalade Mane”
While riding the train,
I hold in a sneeze.
No pollen in sight,
just perfumed ladies.
Space is fleeting.
We’re all quite close.
The drip keeps on coming,
a volatile nose.
Standing in front of me,
a proximal shadow.
A marmalade mane,
allergen hedgerow.
I can’t get away,
it starts in my knees.
Travels up through my torso,
with relative ease.
The fumes from her hair,
are pulling it out.
Mucus aerosol,
explodes from my snout.
I apologize profusely,
she cringes away.
A sneeze catalyzer,
that marmalade mane.