Ears hear what’s near here. Tongues can be silver or forked. I laugh when my girlfriend says I have selective hearing. She said she licked his bearing.
She must like to cook. She says Olive Oil all the time. I love you too.
Once upon a time, when we were very young, I wanted to ask you a question, tell you a story, make you listen, talk. Your mouth opened. My mouth opened. Instead we kissed. Lady, Lady Mondegreen. I swear I laid him on the green.
And then Joyce. I’m a wake, or in the wake of, and so much sleep. How do you? Perched oh so precariously on the edge of your bed. You’ll bump your head, and thew ords willco meou tall wrong. A song! A song! Please don’t be long. Please don’t you be very long. Please don’t be long, or I may be asleep. And then, I’ll have to start all over.
song: “Fly Me to the Moon” by Bobby Womack
