Digging the Mongol hair

April 01, 2014  /  Jorge Armenteros

"That is when he plays me hard, digging the Mongol hair, roughing my cords. I sing off tune for the very pleasure of his frustration. And I fill the air with a small grunt, or a squeal, a screech for sure. He sweats then, and turning his left eye long down my neck, he wishes to strangle me. I know he does."

 

(From THE LESSER VIOLIN)

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