Tours

　　by C. D. Wright

　　 A girl on the stairs listens to her father

　　 Beat up her mother.

　　 Doors bang.

　　 She comes down in her nightgown.

　　 The piano stands there in the dark

　　 Like a boy with an orchid.

　　 She plays what she can

　　 Then she turns the lamp on.

　　 Her mother's music is spread out

　　 On the floor like brochures.

　　 She hears her father

　　 Running through the leaves.

　　 The last black key

　　 She presses stays down， makes no sound

　　 Someone putting their tongue where their tooth had been.

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