As soon as I
developed a vibrato on the violin
I started
fiddling on my forearm – I couldn’t bear to lose the feeling of the charm of what
it felt like to press rhythmic trembling into notes
squeezed from
the strings that spanned curved
ebony on this voluptuously varnished thing which I had lately learned to test and hold,
and coax the bow to hex. It felt like sex.
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