Make Music

I’m fine with not being a rock star.
I had the chance and I blew it. Back in fifth grade.
In fifth grade I pretended to play the flute.
It was exhausting.
Learning how to not-read music. Hours of non-practicing.
Then one day I fell off my bike and fractured my elbow.
And I never had to pretend-play that stupid flute again.
Divine intervention.
But now that I’m older, I’m sad I don’t speak that language that music people do.
It's not too late though.
Drums. On my list. Watch out.
All I need is a garage.
[The Hentchmen at the Lager House, Detroit]