December 2009 - Comments Off on Takamine


Jenny Rae Bailey '12

I piece you here—

steady, freshly strung,
a hum from your
belly, delicate.
Made to soften
my rigid spine. How

you encourage,
upright against the
wall. Your silence
loud as any blank
page. I listen
for the strum of your

tendril, perhaps a
chord is formed. To
me, a gentle phrase
as your body
exhales: strings rough and
smooth, neck long, frets
perfectly aligned.

Published by: in Poetry, Volume 66, Volume 66: Issue 1

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