Little Menace (C) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A mangled Phantom, my face on the left a
scrunched mess & left ear a wildly exploding
with sensations exquisite in their indefinable
effect of disconcerting itchiness, seems like
a big balloon deployed inside my ear moving
hearing aside & only the itchiness remains

It's a low-level, unstable infection, rising and
sinking just keeping out of sight - now that I
have described the little menace to myself,
fear is gone & I become happy and content,
satisfied with my infection hoping it will bring
me more opportunity to interact with others

Leading away from the ancient cheques and
old balance states I have to translate - it's a
satisfying job but leaves room for dreaming
of meeting interesting people and going to
new places offering exciting new faces…