Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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After All

The other end of my phone is empty echoing your voice mail, each evening your name is locked in time, the space I knew I could call you mine, the days I wasn’t asking: Where are you love, my love, my God, where have you gone, what have you done and who knows how to hold you with the caress of their words when the world splinters in the quiet? […]

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Reddist

Before you, there were women with full breasts, breasts with perk tips and beneath them: hips wide as my hand spread, but never love. Athenas before you, my eyes only followed the apples; and then, suddenly: A wild brook unleashed and I never knew I was a basin meant to be filled. A women sewn from the smile of Coyote, from the same hands that bent time and created life […]

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The Double Loss

He tried to churn my grief into sex, my still form, so much as butter, hardly mobile, his lips and tongue whipped fast – What am I now? A sleepless waste gone sour. I cannot touch I cannot trust I cannot at all get past the sudden arrest of wrongness, the moment stolen when close to worn-out peace, the rancid of a salted stick – My mouth I cannot taste. […]

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Found Fragment 3

—the times I slept alone, dreaming my slack body over you, your winged shoulders spread, your back carried the weight of my body— the heavy weight of the horizon. My trembling hands translated your form into a winged Assyrian bull, a support of my desire, as a figure of myth, circling, or a broken recording: Beethoven’s sonata number fourteen, opus twenty-seven in an endless loop, coursing through the blood, in […]

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Found Fragment 2

Some mornings, after an hour’s run, after a slight shower, I reconsider my body, still damp with steam in the bathroom mirror, glowing with a persistent light. The skin gains a halo, a quality that almost seems religious, as a self-portrait by Schiele, reds and greens accenting the lines of the form, a figure framed in self reflection, in the blur of early hours, when time becomes an old man […]

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Found Fragment 1

I cannot justify my wanting you still, even to myself, even on days like this, when I wander, lost in a haze of past lives.       Was it nineteen o’ two or in nineteen twenty when we first met seven years before my grandmother’s birth?   Under remote bridges you hesitantly let me kiss you, a calculated risk worth chancing among the needles, used condoms   but no, that was nineteen […]

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Star Lake, Sayner, Wisconsin

Twenty years and we can’t keep a clean house, can’t agree on how to store dishes. What we do well is walk. Among lakes. Few boats, few homes on the shore. Loons love it as we do. Sometimes a clearing opens so we look the lake directly in its blue eyes. A heron swoops overhead. Lapping water rubs a bay’s edge. Spring flowers give way to mulleins and fireweeds. Our […]

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Park Here

It was the perfect parking space, the one you dream of all your driving life. Not too tight, but not too roomy either – no worries about leaving just enough in front or behind for a sub-compact. No parking meter or mailbox to block your passenger door, curb not so high as to scrape at its bottom. Smooth short grass and not a doggy pile in sight. No restrictions. Shady, […]

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Penny and a Scratcher

I don’t know if my parents had big dreams, I don’t know if they fell deeply into young love, I don’t know if they ever cried for the beauty of youth; all I know is when I see my dad’s listless form slumped in front of the TV or my mom’s empty eyes, childlike and so pretty with make- up, I feel an ache for their aging unhappiness and wonder […]

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