by X. J. Kennedy
From the book: Peeping Tom's Cabin, by X.J. Kennedy, BOA Editions Ltd., 2007, p. 102. Reprinted with the poet's permission
My nose is clogged with polyps.
In order to abort
The pesky little dollops,
I spray with Rhinocort—
But if those babes still burgeon,
I must ask, I suppose,
Doc Smith the kindly surgeon
To hollow out my nose.
However did my nostrils,
I wonder as I spray,
Though never wanton wastrels
Get in this family way?
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