Clarinet

I’m afraid I’ve never felt any passion for a clarinet, but I can empathize with this speaker when I think of instruments that have touched my heart. From Joanne Diaz’s “Clarinet“:

…I forgot how many times
   it brought me to that burning light,
that spinning wheel, but tonight
   in the shower, before
our guests arrived, I pressed my ear
   to your narrow back and heard the rain—
the singular, metronomic beat,
   the legato hum of your voice breaking
the cylinder of your body.

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