5/15 Poem

Apology to the Piano

I could have been your servant and master.
But the time it would have taken,

what I would have had to give up,
that list carries names that would

shatter me with their absence. I would have
been a thirty-year-old piano master oblivious

of why he was rotting in his bones. There are
those who’ve no idea how easily they could

have ended me, had they never taught my tongue
to absorb their names.

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