October 27, 2010 in Wordsmoker Poetry
The audiologist says my type of hearing loss is called a cookie pattern,
meaning the chart indicating what I can hear looks like someone
took a big U-shaped bite out of the middle.
He says I was born with it. He says the ringing that comes with it
is normal, will be progressive.
But I argue this every time, providing him details and dates
rapid-fire, like a lawyer with entitled clients
(the entitled clients being
my ears who still want to hear everything that’s going on and feel
they deserve it, feel they have acted
always without harmful intent).
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