My Apologies in Advance…

Ears like a pillow wiggling between my fingers
I look up at the ceiling as it becomes “starry night”
My bed is in the corner and that ear to the right

I’m beginning to fall asleep
As the blood rushes from my hand
My fingers numb, I slip into dreamland

That ear kept me warm
But looking back, I’d scoff
When I remember thinking: once this ear dies, I want to cut it off

And store it in an envelope
Like a modern day Van Gogh,
So I’d never hear a heartbeat that was eerily slow

I was read “Frog and Toad” until midnight
And the “Hardy Boys” until one
And at seven past three we’d finally be done

I held onto that ear to the very end
Until I whispered “i love you”
And it didnt whisper back
A large man with a beard and a small woman stood near
Took his body away
and his ear was still attached