rock, seal, rock.

no eyes, you say, no ‘i’s,

yes, you heard, you heard, you heard.

you looked out window, not meeting eye.

i designed you a house,

and then, more appropriately an apartment.

whatever apart, meant

that is not what i meant.

head in hands, hands on knife, knife cutting orange.

‘let us never leave,’ i say, under breath.

they say, when sight leaves,

( site leaves )

hearing becomes stronger.

maybe this is just something they say,

or, maybe, you actually heard me.