Skin Histamine.

Earwig? wending into secret ear 

on tiny shuffling feet. Not scratching! 
"It's not sunburn, it's hives."
Can't get hydrocortisone deep in there. 

Listening for fearwig, not scratching, 

"What did you say?"  

Tag on back of dress Must Go! 

Elbow patted in gentle sympathy too. 

Something seethes behind these knees. 
War; me or that tag, and I'm not scratching, 

see thick skin, lymph is pooling.

Not scratching, not scratching. 

"I don't know what I'm allergic to."

I don't know if I'd know even if I did know: not scratching takes half my mind,

and with the other half I'm sitting, nothing brushing this skin, 

intending to pay close attention to the Playcentre allergy list.