I’m so good at reading faces now to see if they’re hearing sounds I can’t.
Teaching my lover sign language.
Misheard words and sentences become my poetry.
People who don’t like to repeat themselves are small.
I’m obsessed with communication and I’m obsessed with knowing you.
She likes to ask if my hearing aids are recording her.
I wish they were, I’d play them back.
Grounding myself as my world becomes silent.