the hateful curse of the classically-trained

clever in sharp
through it all
my holy communion
my reference tradition
now sometimes witnessed
and lamented
if only all these had been told
shut out! shut up!
just listen

my companion met me two nights in a row in front of the Heidelberg and said twice
she loves me
and of course it’s like me to begin to read in but
when nobody else does, she loves me
I don’t quite note his particular personification

more impressively trained, definitively
with a stack of charts – some his – on his noggin
but when he’d finally play, I’d pity
because he must ask first
and his fingers are well-read
but they must ask first
and every little passerby
draws away his eye
so delicate,
his attention for she that loves him