Practice Room

There's a bar in the middle I could never do.

I did it until the radiator went cold, and then I did it some more.

And I was not good. I want to be accurate about this. I was not good.

And I was happy in a way I have not managed since.

It was the getting closer. That's the whole thing. The getting closer.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, slightly less wrong — and something goes off in your chest.

Nobody was listening. That was the point, and I didn't know it.

I liked it best before I was any good at it.

I've thought about that a lot and I don't think it's sad.

I just spent a long time trying to get somewhere

where I wouldn't have to do the only part I liked.

I can play it now. I can play the bar. It took nothing in the end.

And I sat there after, and I felt about as much as a light switch.

So I've been going back and getting it wrong deliberately.

Which is either extremely stupid

or the first sensible thing in years.