"She was a girl
no one ever chose
for teams or clubs,
dances or dates,
so she chose the instrument
no one else wanted:
the tuba. Big as herself,
heavy as her heart
its golden tubes
and coils encircled her
like a lover’s embrace.
Its body pressed on hers.
Into its mouthpiece she blew
life, its deep-throated
oompahs, oompahs sounding,
almost, like mating cries."
This poem made me laugh so hard, in a very lame, poetry loving dorky way. And who doesn't deserve to laugh like that at least once?
3 comments:
oh it is more than I could have ever expected. My heart longs to give solace to that girl yet she seems much too far gone.
ha ha. I love this poem. i'm going to get myself a tuba.
Probably the best thing I have read in two years.
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