Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Reaching you

Everything that reaches does so
both inward and out. I can’t reach you
 
without going in up to the shoulder
of what I am, without pressing my face
 
to something crying out
to be both wild and asleep.
 
 
Anton Frost has appeared in Verdad, Parcel, The Bacon Review, and elsewhere. He lives in Michigan.

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