he always said a woman
playing a saxophone was sexy,
and could she learn the technique?
she caresses her own ribs now;
black and white keys to
an allegro that slows to largo,
forms flute-lips and hums
to the words only she can recall
she dreams of a tune
that only she can hear;
a different tune in another key;
orchestrating a dimminuendo
of her own because
she never wanted to play for him...














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