The Piano Tuner's Wife by Becca J.R. Lachman
April 2012
Stringed instruments proffer
us most.
Muscle must
curve intervals—no gentleness
about it. He needs two solid arms, a dark-
welled ear to judge
frequency in
everything, even my voice
when it registers
in pleasure. His favorite need
and answer: the dissonant
aum
he can’t bend into unison: a train
whistle passing below, my last
name changed to his.
