I Hate Springtime
Flowers
are
blooming.
Trees
are
coming
back
to
life.
The
cold
veil
of
winter
is
lifting. Spring
is
upon
us. With
it,
comes
the
pollen.
Dear
God,
there
is
pollen
everywhere-
I
can't
touch
anything
outside.
People
are
sneezing,
coughing
all
around
the
South
as
the
allergies
and
sinus
infections
return. Don't
even
get
me
started
on
the
insects.
I
had
to
kill
a
spider
on
the
floor
I
had
cleaned
so
many
times
that
my
boyfriend
said
I
was
"probably
picking
up
the
dirt
on
the
neighbor's
ceiling"
before
I
finished.
Flies,
gnats,
spiders,
ants,
ladybugs-
not
all
of
them
are
in
my
apartment,
but
I've
killed
a
spider
or
two
and
found
an
ant
wandering
my
bedroom.
The
idea
of
any
kind
of
insect
infestation
(because
two
spiders
and
an
ant
means
an
infestation)
freaks
me
out
to
a
point
I
can't
even
explain. Forget
the
spring
time.
Vermin
come
together
and
start
breeding
and
threaten
my
sacred
cleanliness. I
want
summer,
when
things
are
too
hot
to
move
(you
have
to
love
the
Alabama
heat),
fall,
when
things
are
slowing
down,
or
winter,
when
everything's
frozen. Think
I
can
find
a
hazmat
suit
to
wear
around
until
this
season
is
over? -
Kayla
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