and learned all about progressions.
The acoustics were on my side
and the natural reverb married
with the unnatural rain redding
my back in a super hot steam
of hard wet wenge and mahogany.
I wanted to sing along but strummed
and hummed instead. Though she never said,
I think she knew, and I think that’s why
she took it away, why she kept its old
Still, I never could confess to finding