he would seduce me after my music lesson
offering attention and trauma in unequal measures
I would play scales for Blanche
and then pay the piper for him
Tommie would wonder why I was so ungrateful
stopping the lessons so soon
so late
my sister would have loved to play longer
but she didn’t have the advantages I was offered
lucky me
now I sit in a classroom listening to piano concertos
and fugues
I relate
hiding in the clefs and trebles are the notes
I recorded so deeply
this sonata’s third movement is especially chilling
I study music appreciation
tone, pitch, rhythm, timbre
all are here and now
it’s the history that trips me up
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