The Sneeze

The Sneeze

Bless you, said one
That’s snot, said another
You grotesque, foul-nosed creature
You
You
You
But it’s natural, said I
We’ve all got it inside.
That sticky green ooze...
Warm to the touch, like peeling glue satisfyingly off the top of my fingers.
Hard crusty sides like the top of a freshly baked loaf
Lacking fragrance
But with the colour of a spring meadow
Folded into a tissue.