Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Fingers (Poem)

Originally published in the Spring 2008 issue of Sketch.

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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