Oh, Ears! I’m so sorry.
Months and months you have burdened,
And foreseeably, many more.
Balancing glasses, earbuds, earrings
And especially masks.
Restricted, entangled
Redness and sores
From the devastating straps,
That provides security of the face and mind.
Will you ever hug the sides of my head again?
Evolution of the human race.
Monkey creatures,
Protruding flaps of flesh.
What has become of our mechanical sense?
As a society, we have not trusted your wisdom.
Increasingly asking “What?” or perhaps,
“Can you say that again?”
Repetition that gets old after repeating for the third time
Maybe one day you’ll retire.
Evolve into a vestigial organ
Remain dormant like the appendix
But for now ears; let the human race improve our listening skills
And then ears, you won’t feel discomfort anymore.
— Paige Smagala
