The Beast

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It is misshapen, underplayed,

Never tuned, Spilled on:

Despised for its

Broken parts.

 

A slash from the point of my shoulder

to the arch of my back. I, too, have

bent and broken parts—a hollow

divet where they took it out.

 

It was eating me, I think.

But, my body misses it.

 

It feels broken.

 

After all the part is gone

And some good went out

With the bad, and being broken:

It no longer understands

How to play

Or be played.

 

I am learning to love the broken keys of life:

The missing parts—the junk.

 

I am learning to love my bent and broken parts.

 

I am learning to love the piano no one wants to play.

 

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