Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Online Lover

Ready or Not

I thought I was ready, bread rising above The bowl ready, Like Christmas-for-a-five-year-old ready. Like I’m too young to be a widow ready.   I didn’t know cell phones and secrets And laptops and lying, or Couldn’t imagine hunter and prey. Stop right here. Just picture my Innocence.   I wrote my description and then I got mail. I was fresh paint, not yet dry. He said I was […]

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If you had been my online lover,

I could not have wooed you as I did. I would not have written letters in midnight blue ink on deckle edged paper,   carefully considered words from my attic of endearments reminiscent of a monogrammed hankie, a pressed carnation, whiff of cologne.   Your responses inspired me to write poems: images of holding hands across miles of longing. You write as you speak: witty, debonair. The baritone of your […]

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