Ear by K Dulai

From an abscess by the brain
your life leaks onto a drowning tissue.

Today you regret your life.

There is nothing now but the day you lost your hearing—your last
high
dive

Your eardrums exploding into ripples.

Your limbs caught, tied by an omnipotent pain

Today you regret your life.

Above you swampy water,
the polemic matrices of love,
finds itself through your thick black hair,
the way your mistress
slipped through the surface of your thoughts.
Her words lost in a puddle in the middle of your ear.

There is nothing now but the day you lost your hearing—your last
high
dive.

Your life leaks through a waxy canal.
You feel as though your sinuses have been strung up.
You have become a marionette dancing, pirouetting to the beat of an
omnipotent pain, you are propelled
in mortal measure:

kicking, breast-stroking,
gliding within
sodden waves of air.

 

K Dulai lives in the Bay Area. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pretty Owl Poetry, Burning House Press, The Eastern Iowa Review, and Marias at Sampaguitas. She is a current resident of the Pink Plastic House Online Residency.

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