Acoustic Neuroma


Amanda Deutch

Acoustic Neuroma
Deliquesces
Cyanic
Like poison
To the brain
Though benign
(Not malignant)
You will never hear
Sounds the same
No one knows
Deliquesce cyanic
For the air to melt
And melt again
Or pass away
Gradually
Abandon memory
Hippocampus altered
Air just like water
What do you hear
Now
What
Does it sound like
Sound forms
Your left ear
Silent life
of
One-eared sounds
You could have had
A facial twitch
Instead.
You chose to lose
hearing

Vanity what
Is she making
A window
Sawing
A device to measure
A pencil to slot it
Barefoot saw girl
Not my mother
Turn the table over
And over
Outside the window.

Sharp and blurry
Gradient.
There are always
2.
Two
Ladies
Always
Talking outside the window
At any given point.
2 serious ladies
Botchy crocodilia
Any of various flies

Knowing your name
Is not
So easy.
No no
To know you
     & Know you all my life
Just a person like a person
I have known for a really long time
Not so true
Yet true
All attachments
Boundaries ripped
Bounce back &
Forth between
Us,

A ballroom
Of shifting dances
Us,
A ballroom
Of swinging memories
So to know you
A long time
Is not like
Other
Sounds:
Familiar
     & Retrievable
(It is like
A piece
Of 2nd Avenue
Always peeled
By different bodies

Now the air is full of dust
Just like water
Just like honey
And you leave with my mother’s boughten ear

I don’t know who you are
Or how to find
You in
This giant metropolis,
This mother city












Can you See me?
Watching
As you adjust
Nobs.
Can you adjust nobs
Perpetually?
Outside my window. She was
Sawing
In pigtails in the sunshine
Into my poem

Acoustic Neuroma
Fragile glass
New white maps
That lead
To this and that
Like wind and toys
I can’t
I can’t
     I can’t
Adjust
The streets
Grades granules
Gradual graffito
Grade crossing—
You,
Nebulous elevator
Oh you!
Gaunt graffito

Bird = restless
Restless=
Birdless voices
Birds envy us
In a saloon
In a salon
Table sins

     & Sounds
Depending upon
What moment it
Is in the sphere
Of the world.
Leftless yellow
Restless restless
Boundless
Ripped
        Bounce
Forth
     & Back

     Dance
     Backless
     & Gold
  Drop
Birdless
Voices
Every
Once
In a
While
Drop

Yes
Yes
Drop
‘em
Like lemony squares
A region of brain
A regional brain
Is not really a brain
Not worldly
Earthly
Early in its time here
Oh
you
Lout
Scoundrel
Buccaneer
Bought an ear at the pawn shop.
It was my mother’s ear.

A familiar patois