Perfect

You make us coffee and we lay in bed

while you try to play me

Perfect on your backpacker’s guitar

you say you’ve never been good with rhythms

you say you need a bigger guitar

I almost have it, you say

I’m sorry

all I can do is look at your hands

strumming the strings

slapping out a rhythm

disjointed, uncertain

Perfect.

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