Don't Mention It
Poem 26 Nov 2025
No one talks about it
Has that word disappeared
People feel it every day
Around the world, on the bus next to you
Even in your home
Sneeze
Sneeze
Sneeze
Spring… must be pollen or grass?
Sneeze
Sneeze
Sneeze
That food has no taste, he says
Try some salt
We all know the name of this shadow,
but still—
We swallow the syllables
Sssssssshhhh
Pics by Paul Busch



