Russell Edson's take on a musician becoming one with his instrument.
AFTER THE CONCERT
After the concert the cellist takes his cello home and gets into bed with it.
He
knows if his fellow musicians knew what he did at night with a cello
old enough to be his great-grandmother, they'd report him to the Humane
Society.
But they don't know, he thinks as he falls asleep, his face buried in the cello's ancient bosom . . .
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