Monday, 25 April 2016

The Thought Was There (April 25, 2016)

You meant well
By dropping off
That food package.

I can't eat
Or use

Due to
My extreme allergy
To caffeine.

You see
The open package
Of ground coffee
Had spilled
In the bag.

Like those
With a ground nut allergy
I won't risk my life
For a moment's pleasure.

How painful
And fatal
Anaphylactic shock
Can be.

A brief inhale
Of the ground coffee
Has my nose burning.

Never mind
My hands and face
A' itching

To scratch them
Until they bleed
Or the itchiness

I detest
The taste of coffee.

As one
Of the most vilest
Invented by man.

Have someone
Give me
A cup of hemlock tea
To drink.

Much faster
Way to end
My life.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Some time, between 10 am and 2 pm, today, someone left a small care package, at my apartment, while I was using one of the library computers. Containing, a box of oatmeal cookies, two boxes of instant potatoes and the aforementioned open package of ground coffee. Due to my anaphylactic reaction, to caffeine and wasp/hornet stings, I carry upon me, 24/7/365, an Epipen, in a pouch, of my backpack. And anything, I think, has a trace of caffeine, gets dumped or traded off, to someone, who can enjoy it.

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