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The pieces that fall apart

The skin between my thumb and forefinger on my right hand is dry and cracked and flaking. Tonight, more than most nights, I need to immerse myself in music. Desolation Row and Tangled Up in Blue; Sitting and 18th Avenue; Vienna and Piano Man. It's only the pieces that fall apart, you know? I'll be fine tomorrow.

One Response to “The pieces that fall apart”

  1. Bluebird (Hermana) Says:

    You write beautifully. I think your site would do well with a link to my blog and/or poetry blog.
    Also, this is my new poetry blog: terra forma.

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