Unhung mirrors

Men who type with two fingers—

—cannot be trusted though they can be easily manipulated and even, if you try, broken.

I am guilty of hurting too many men. Ben, Jonny, Danny, Chris.

Chris was a piano player. He played the Rach 3 the way others played Heart and Soul, casually, whenever he encountered an upright or a baby grand. He painted a portrait of my breasts. He drove his Buick into a stop sign while changing the radio to find that college station that played jazz at night. There was a terrible crash.

There is always a terrible crash.


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