Micro Memoir 65

I’m listening to Beethoven’s String Quartet #12 in E Flat, Op. 127.

I’m not listening to my neighbors.

How good on a dark day

To hear the strings

Like silver in a poor man’s home

A green force in the guts of the living.

Quartet #12—

Afternoon

Before a trip

Darkness against my cheek.

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