Piano (an excerpt) Martin Willitts Jr.
1.######## Piano Bench # This was a good place to hide things from my brother, tearing apart things that did not belong to him into unrecognizable fragments claiming he wanted to know how things work when he did know—he knew things were for his torment. # He would never look inside the guts of the bench, like it was an incurable disease. # I sat on it playing preludes, knowing some things are sacred, a place the ignorant feared to tread, the music of secrets right there in front him, mocking. ##