The Accordion
Originally appeared in: WALDEN REVIEW, Spring, 1991.
Description: Second-person, present tense. A musician woos an artist with some strange help from several rescued chickens.
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Reprints: Cafe Irreal, May, 2005; EYES LIKE SKY AND COAL AND MOONLIGHT, 2009.
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Notes: This was written in Baltimore in late summer of 1990 and was part of my first graduate workshop submission for John Barth's class. The piece is one of my favorites to read aloud, because if I take a deep breath before launching into the second iteration of the instrument list, I can get a good laugh from the crowd when they catch onto why I took the breath.
If I play my accordion too loudly while you're painting, you complain. You stamp about in your room under mine. You fetch the broom from the closet and use it to thump vehemently on the ceiling. I feel the vibrations through my feet.
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