Poem: “Lip-Reading” by Leigh Ann

It’s like putting together a jigsaw puzzle  With no reference picture and, sometimes,  With no edge pieces.  I stare hard at moving lips, always a phoneme  (or two, or three, or four) behind the conversation,  While my brain plays the matching game  With puzzle pieces that constantly change  Colors and shapes and get lost among Continue reading “Poem: “Lip-Reading” by Leigh Ann”