JULY/AUGUST 2013: POETRY by Joseph Byrd MUSIC STUDENTS GET MARRIED We ate waffles the night that we met; sweet, grainy things. They told what would come: a life that's moved from state to state, that's held no treat but each other's company, often rife with practice-rooms and metronomes, with queens of mind games and teaching—women full in their need to control (but how our spleens tickled at the learning, the music's pull). And though we've steamed ourselves a bit, and…
Joseph ByrdJuly 1, 2013