A Gravity of Jazz

“I find myself a little jealous of his horn. Of the way his lips buzz the mouthpiece, the way his fingers tickle the buttons. Of its proximity to him when it was the closeness I couldn’t take. Not every day, anyway, or so I told him when I left.

published by CRAFT Literary Magazine
Photo by Chris Bair on Unsplash

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