Keyboard Warrior

A poem prompted by another poem’s title

Polaroid double exposure | Spectra film | Photo by author

I trim my nails in preparation,
run through drills,
up and down, major and minor,
leaping through arpeggios,
brave lieutenants,
training my ten soldiers
to wrestle with Bach,
traumatize Tchaikovsky,
get Chopin in a chokehold.