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Just found this mess up poem in my notebook. I retyped it for the stranger because of the typo and was happy to rediscover i have my own copy now too. topic was #chamomile. #frankielliot #typewriter 💐🌸🌷🌺🌻🌼

Just found this mess up poem in my notebook. I retyped it for the stranger because of the typo and was happy to rediscover i have my own copy now too. topic was #chamomile. #frankielliot #typewriter 💐🌸🌷🌺🌻🌼

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FREE BOOK alert! Share this poem on your Instagram and tag your best friends. I’ll search the #frankielliot and give away ten free typewriter postcard books to some lucky posters. 😘

FREE BOOK alert! Share this poem on your Instagram and tag your best friends. I’ll search the #frankielliot and give away ten free typewriter postcard books to some lucky posters. 😘

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Piano Rats

He was the moodiest person I had ever met, covered in tattoos, balding under a skull cap he never took off, and in a metal band that gave me a panic attack every time I heard them. I didn’t know him very well (ok…he was kind of scary) but I gave him a copy of my book anyway. I was at a concert venue and he was behind the bar. Normally, we would just nod at each other when I came by for shows because we had run out of small talk years ago but this time I walked up to him, pulled the book out of my purse and said, “Here.”


He looked at the cover in surprise and said, “Piano Rats, eh?”


“Yeah. Piano Rats.”

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“That’s a good title actually. You know, I think I told you this but I used to tune pianos,” He said.


“I remember.”


He had told me he once tuned Tori Amos’ piano. Cat Power too. He said she was a bitch. Chan Marshall not Tori Amos. I don’t even think he knew how to play. I wish I knew how to play. I bought a piano off Craigslist once when I was 19, put it right in the middle of my bedroom and then cried when I couldn’t learn Beethoven’s Pathetique Sonata No. 8.


“Well one of my favorite things about it,” He said, ” was we used to have a contest, me and all the other piano tuners. A contest about rats.”


“Rats??” My eyebrows raised.


“It was actually pretty common, especially in the old pianos, to find a dead rat inside. And whoever found a rat first would pick it up and throw it as hard as they could at the other piano tuner. That’s how we amused ourselves, I guess.”


I couldn’t believe his story. I never knew it was such a common thing for rats to live (and die) in a piano.


And I still can’t think of anything sadder.*

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