Instrument Of Choice

She was a girl
no one ever chose
for teams or clubs,
dances or dates,

so she chose the instrument
no one else wanted:
the tuba. Big as herself,
heavy as her heart,

its golden tubes
and coils encircled her
like a lover’s embrace.
Its body pressed on hers.

Into its mouthpiece she blew
life, its deep-throated
oompahs, oompahs sounding,
almost, like mating cries.

– Robert Phillips


A poem that manages to describe the things that are so hard to, that break your heart.
I can’t manage to find too much information on the poet online, so I’ll just keep looking and update this with more information later.
Update: You can read a little about the poet here.

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