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This poem is taken from PN Review 204, Volume 38 Number 4, March - April 2012.

Two Poems Eve Grubin
Electric Guitar

Walking through summer yesterday
towards the hair salon in Primrose Hill -

two women drifted by, one saying to her friend,
I have always wanted
to do two things:
learn to play the electric guitar and

The other desire lost itself in the space

between their walking and my blue skirt
fluttering around my ankles

as I walked across the bridge...
the electric guitar, why did that

particular instrument appeal to her.
Men and women crossed the bridge, speaking

on mobile phones or running to the train,
their longings unknown, sharp,

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