Shrieking feedback drawing blood from my eardrums, discerning no music from dissonant anger. Waiting for a sign from God and never getting a Goddamned note of sympathetic score. All I can do is turn to the audiologist on my knees and submit to her care, and ask her to wait a minute before fading in the softer melodies, so we can appreciate our silent stares in deafness.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
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