Fillip Is Resilent Again

His doughy hand’s back pushed into
Babycheek until it’s red. “Fill,
you can come out now.”
But the sulk is too good
and when he closes his eyes
against the sun in the window
he can see blotchy beaches under
his lids
and hear the ocean.

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One ear is crap
which makes the other gold. I’ve got near disastrous
hearing balance. She can’t say
right?
from the kitchen but I don’t ask again. We’re not tired
of that, too much, but hitting hoarse early.
A bright side might be graveling up
like John Lee Hooker
or learning how to listen hard.

I could hear the spiders knitting in the front
room if they had shit to say.

Years follow on like little ducks swimming
and nip hear near my head. I could say
that I missed seeing that last beyond the other,
but there’s no mistaking the murmur.