Cello // Kerry Carnahan

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I spread my legs and drew it close.
Positioned my pinky, closed my hand.
Lifting elbows and chin I took a slow, deep breath
           and from my thighs poured a sound so profound
                                                                               and aching
everyone looked up as if I’d done it wrong.

When it was time to rotate, Ms. D motioned stay.
She wiped down the thin, beat-up wood with a soft cloth.
           Then, taking my hand, she showed me how to rosin the bow as if
I could ever bear to hold it again.