Allergies

My mother told me I didn't have allergies, but I am certain that I am allergic to dry dead grass and dry powder sunlight and dry blue sky, blue like the bottom of a drained pool. Some call it paradise, but the mountains make me itchy--or maybe they don't, but they are persistent and persistence is itchy. That may be why I've never had a girlfriend--much to my mother's chagrin--and it may be why I've never held a job for more than four months--take my word for it, allergies are not a good excuse to skip your shift--and it may be why I prefer rain and snow, especially snow, glittering like it's fake, cubic zirconia like they have in all the casinos here, but heavy and wet and concealing.