tells us what we're allergic to. We go
for it, the story goes, from some whack urge
to gasp, turn red, inflame, stir pulse, spike blood
and otherwise exacerbate what ails
us---who should, they say, resist. Like those
disposed to drink, when all can see how booze
is killing them. So no more milk, or wheat,
or fish, or coffee bean, or anything
that doesn't kill (like life) but shakes you up
the very way you itch the most to shake.
My allergies are you, and wondering.
Two things. One doesn't stop the other one.
Why might it be, and what all could it mean?