I wrote poetry about
jazz long before I
earned it, listened to or
liked it.

Now I
purr and deliquesce—
can’t consume enough.

The god of jazz, whichever slinky
Power he may be punishes
my ears by
insatiable hunger, my
dissonant heart by
terminal syncopation.

-M.

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