they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Sunday, January 22, 2012


sometimes, i miss playing the piano so much it hurts.
so i start deconstructing rooms in my head.
"maybe if we just got rid of the dining room table. or what if we enclosed the screened-in. and do we really need a couch in the living room?"

but really, there's no room. not here. not even for an upright.
and even if there was, i don't know what i would do sitting on that bench hovering above the keys. for the first time in almost 15 years.

once-memorized symphonies would probably just torment me.
until i'd settle for something like "heart and soul" before retreating to the couch in defeat.


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