Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Relative Matter

We rarely sit with ourselves,
and see the struggle within us all

Stop letting the concrete jungle
tuck you in at night
lower one leg at a time and remember that
pain is also your connection to the living

His shirt blew behind him
a flag in the wind, his desired last stand
His hands spread inches from the rain
and the window washer’s rope
that hangs above the 24th floor
He told me love was much more
than a chemical within us all
with a fancy name


SScSara Schraufnagel is a writer from Minneapolis currently living in Chicago. Her poems have been published in several online and print publications, including The Legendary, Uppagus and Aleola Journal of Poetry and Art. Her writing can be found on Tumblr.


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