the piano is echoing two chords,
only two, because you quit
the class afterwards, your hands too shaky
and your voice too loud
in the back of the room.
i remember you said something
about how the instructor thought the sound
of keys being broken was a catastrophe,
and how you thought
every moment you spent with your eyes
plastered to the black and white
and your skin callused against the opening
and closing of a case
wasn't worth anything.
but now you spend your hours
miserable at the keys,
rather than crawl beneath the sheets and feel
the space once inhabited by another
form of you, as though you do not fit
into the indentations your body made
from all those hours
of unconsciousness.
but they were months ago,
and you wish that you could play
the piano in a sad tune
rather than look me in the eye,
seeming not to realize that the sound
of two broken chords against your fingers
is the saddest tune
you've ever played for me.
Author notes
"hey rabbit, i came to win. i know it's not allowed, but sometimes you might find that it feels like nothing is, and it's everything you've been."
love those lyrics.
some obscure band i found on my father's itunes and i can't find on youtube or anywhere else.
they're great.
title is french, sorry.
"i know that you don't like your reality"
a lyric from metric's 'poster of a girl'
A contest entry
- anti-dreams by unraveled.
750 points, ended December 18, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
i believe the world, it spins for you...
Comments
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you tell the most wonderful stories. and i hate to disagree with anyone but i thought the ending was fantastic.
also, i like pianos. i like even more what you did with them here.
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kool
i really like it. it's very well written!!
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hey, i like that metric song
this read through quickly, which is good, and it was well-written, although i don't think you captured all the power you wanted to at the ending,
thank you for entering
-cassidy
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