“You’d Burst the Tympanum of Her Ear”
You piled trampolines on top of one another
until you reached her bedroom window—
You coiled Gerber Daisies in your hands,
you screamed, “I think I’m allergic to daisies”
until you broke your ribs.
She climbed out of her bedroom
and resorted your ribs.
She brought you Russian Tea Cakes
and held your hand.
You said, “Thank you,”
and she mouthed, “I can’t hear you.”