Ambivalence is a euphemism:
I felt I had been injected
with the juice of an Amazonian creeper
that accelerated ageing.
How could I have come to this
and not yet sixty?
“It’s hereditary,” the audiologist said.
“Blame your father”.
Sure, but he was dead,
These memorial ‘mini-chines’
would inhabit my ears for years.
They made it easier to hear voices,
but hearing aids,
like nasal hair,
add nought to intimacy.
Within a month
I lost one, uninsured –
what a dollar shock.
Now using my fourth,
the cost keeps going up.
The technology will be perfect by the
time I die.
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