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.
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