I’m not fond of this publishing house

by Steven J. Serafiani

the shaking hue goes warm in
cool eves. the man is deaf.    plunked

drunken in a type a heaving
normandy, for dramatic effect but
all still the same.

when asked what deaf adulthood does
for work, you stay silent cause
the banality makes ya
forget how to tell truths.(it’ll make
                                            you whole)

and in three months, two decades back, you’ll
begin to lose your hearing as your father
builds a snow fort next to the mailbox.