When they raised
a little girl
backstage at rock concerts,
little neon buds in her ears
so as not to damage infant drums;

a little girl in faux velvet dresses-
shaking the hands of conductors in tails-
because really
who can be born with the knowledge to
not clap between movements,

but who will always remember
the pressure of her father’s hands
halting her own so as not to
ruin the sanctity of Fauré.

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