Earful
I’d like to pick
this little beige flower
of cartilage,
one of the two
I’ve grown, and place
its long red stem
inside a crystal
vase to decorate
the haunt your voice
recovers in
on nights like this
when silence
has its say
but neither of us
wants to be alone.
“Earful” first appeared in The Georgia Review, vol. 71, no. 1, 2017.