Dear nobody...
The first time
I realized that I
play the guitar
and it
does not play me
was this morning.
I awoke
fingering an E chord
pulling
an index finger hammer-on
while my hand cradled
her sleeping wrist.
That's a good thing right.
Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind.
Dear nobody...
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