Knock Knock - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Knock Knock

Knock knock. Who’s there?
Banana. Banana who?
Banana me. Banana you?
What? Who?
It’s me, your wife.
Why didn’t you say so, I wasn’t wearing my hearing aid.
Are you wearing it now?
No thanks, I’ll go later.
Uncomfortable silence, as usual.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer