Getting Away

I like to hang out on my guitar, in the space between the string and the fretboard. I have to shrink to about three centimeters. I sit on the little metal piece that’s embedded horizontally on the wood of the fretboard where a G chord would be played.

Sometimes I’ll lean forward and jump onto the string and slide down to the metal ridge of the A chord.

I’m the only one in the house that plays guitar, so I’m in no risk of someone playing the guitar and crushing me.

Sometimes I’ll kick my feet out and hit strings and make up a song. I think this is what it must sound like to be in a church tower when the bells are ringing.