Semi-Random Reflections

Harmonica

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Judith Lalone

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Harmonica

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I am not the violin
you built yourself to play.
You would not have chosen
such a cumbersome instrument.
I'm the dime store harmonica 
you won at karaoke.
Don't cut your lip on the quickly cut metal.
A single breath from you,
minimal back-and-forth,
will draw you songs from me
I never would've thought to sing. 
Don't drop me because I hit one sour note.
I'll still sing as sweet as ever I could
however worn I get,
because I'm a cheap harmonica,
but couldn't you have let me believe
I was the violin?

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Hello,

I’m Judith

Or rather the pseudonym I’m currently using here is Judith. That name also belongs to one of my characters, who I gave it to as a test of sorts. My poetry, which centers on translating minor moments into obscure observations, has appeared in various collections under different names. My psyche resides along the Singing River.

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