Tours

    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 orchid¹.

    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.