the ant in my eardrum

 

I wanted you to appear so badly.

Every time anyone walked through the door,

I transformed them into you.

From the corner of my eye you entered the room over and over.

You are the ant in my eardrum.

That’s pretty brave. The night end. The way we move. This is the hangover. This is the tiresome ending to beginning to end. We know how it goes. I can hear you. I can hear everything from here.

You are the ant in my eardrum.

'You’re not listening to me.

You’re in the field.

You’re waiting.

You see?’

I see.

Painting by Randy Conner.  Words by Joseph Ettinger.