by Alicia Hoffman Danny Lines Because everyone deserves a do-over. Because back when I was blotto more often than not I played the ivory keys of the day like a bull elephant. Smashed the back of my palms on haphazard chords. Broke the delicate strings of relationships. Tenuous. Made it through recitals, barely. Intention was a word I erased from the page, preferring then to throw vocabulary to the wind. Now, hyacinths cower in a white dust of snow, and April is an infinite sc