French Horn (2003) – Alyse Knorr
I had found God watching
Jackie Nelson dance to “Da Dip”
at prom. I had cut a two-inch hole
through the center of Macbeth. Not
a good year, except for the horn.
My teacher really did send me to the closet
to learn it. I really did reach my hand
inside the shimmering bell, though
no one ever told me what to do with it.
I was given a uniform, same as every other
uniform; I learned to never touch
the brass without gloves. I followed
orders. Beneath the shako rim my eyes
looked like every other eye.