Oh, darling

I tried


How I tried


To spit out

old keys

The broken chords

that lodged my throat


It was as if

those strings

had lies of their own


They’d invade my dreams


Wispy extremities

gelid Steinways


When you touched

those chords

it was sharper than winter here

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