← v11n1, Spring 2012Poetry · Volume 11, Number 1
Communication
Black mouth for ear and ear for mouth
sat in the hallway mouth-inclined;
it yelled and yelled and when I came
I found the ghastly thing was blind—
It’s better to call after twelve;
I sometimes sleep till noon.
Now that you ask I will confess
I do work afternoons . . .
with mornings lost,
evenings so taken up. . . . Yes,
hope to see you soon.
