Earful

I’d like to pick

this little beige flower

of cartilage,

one of the two

I’ve grown, and place

its long red stem

inside a crystal

vase to decorate

the haunt your voice

recovers in

on nights like this

when silence

has its say

but neither of us

wants to be alone.

“Earful” first appeared in The Georgia Review, vol. 71, no. 1, 2017.