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“I cannot make anyone understand what is
happening inside me.”--Franz Kafka.
One morning, years ago, I awoke to an odd
clicking noise. As I localized the sound, I
realized that it was more of a crazed crunching,
and that it was coming from my left ear. I
panicked a bit--did I have a punctured ear drum?
Then the noise stopped. I had my wife look at
my ear. She found nothing.
The crunching sound would come and go.
Sometimes it would get very loud, then subside.
It became surreal, like a Kafka daydream. I
imagined a tick or a spider burrowing in my cheek.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. The noise became
maddening. Then suddenly it began to itch. I
turned the lamp on just in time to greet an ant
emerging out of the quagmire of ear wax. It
dropped into my hand. I took it outside and
released it. It had earned its freedom.
Last June, beneath deck stairs,
hundreds of tiny black spider’s
eggs hatched babies.
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