strummed

Hey, Luthier!

/ Arambler / 2 Comments

Can you hear me
over the sound of a fret
hammer? I know
you’re not looking—I can

say anything.
No one’s going to get embarrassed.
Not even my future
self in her quiet

attention to every detail
you create.

The Thrummed

/ Arambler / Leave a comment

I’m the one he made first. Still leaning
against an unpainted wall and unstrung
in his mind. Far

from perfect, my curves are a first try. But
he finished me
well. And I’m a hit

at campfires deep
in eastern New York forests.