Two Poems
My Ear is Lost
My mouth won’t “u”
the way Mademoiselle wants it to.
“Ew. Ew. Ew!”
Her face bullets to a freckle.
I taste her stale croissant on my tongue.
Tears take over. They talk for me
sobbing the wrong vowel.
Garrison Creek
I’ve felt the yellow heat
thirsted for dry tongues
been a bath for birds
and a Visine for eyes
a blind colt in a coal mine
bricklayers led me to
this sewer pipe and now
your night-sweats feed me.
