POETRY
Tinnitus

Should I try to write? Halfway up the stair step The groaning day now over?
Where did you bury my first love? The one I met on the playground The one that haunts me this week?
The bitch lisps out Beatles songs Forever cross-eyed Waiting for me in any silence
Can’t you go away, old girl? Haven’t you destroyed enough? Soon I’ll forget I was ever happy
