My fingers slid across the smooth
Metal strings of the new bass
The back of my hand cupping her neck.
I moved my fingers with a deliberate
Cautiousness so as not to upset the
Delicate balance between the strings
And the pickups nestled in the center
Of her body.
Slowly carefully my hand slides
Up and down the neck
Pressing down near the frets
With the greatest trepidation.
But despite my greatest effort
My finger rolls down the side
Of the soft smooth neck
And my amplifier shrieks in pain.
