“Latex Lingers” (Poem)

My hands stink

Of latex.

I filled balloon

After balloon

At customers’ requests.

My hands smell

Of latex.

I washed to no avail,

Lathered my hands

To try to veil

The lingering stench

Of latex.

I felt dizzy

From accidentally

Inhaling helium,

“Getting high off helium,”

Unintentionally.

I wasn’t concerned

Because

My hands

Stink

Of Latex.