Jazz

I love you like my mother loves jazz
Like how my father loves a sweet low silence
How grandmother loves an empty house
How grandfather feels at home in clutter
I love you like my sister loves to bury herself in books
How Sylvia loves clothes fresh from the mall
And I love you like Willa loves a summer arugula salad


My mother hates jazz
 

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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