The Sound of Two Memories Colliding

When he makes
love, he talks—he adores

those vocal chords. But
then subtitles
for the hearing

impaired could be a series
of grunts and snarls, doors

slamming shut—the official
language of last
century’s troubadour. And

those bites were as real
as the slap

in his face—all
while we held each
other’s hearts on mute.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s