Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Fingers (Poem)

Originally published in the Spring 2008 issue of Sketch.
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The greatest guitar player that
ever lived sits in his room
and practices.

As he plucks his instrument
all he hears
is a deafening cacophony of self doubt.

So when he finishes
he runs a record player needle across his fingers
and pretends they can play beautiful music.

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