Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Alina Borger’

Break Fast

With an unsteady hand I pour orange juice into a tall periwinkle glass while the refrigerator door swings open too far, banging into the bathroom door noisily, clumsily. The white linoleum floor feels as slippery as the space between me and the hurried dinner you’re eating, although it doesn’t expand far enough.  Maybe if each painted square spanned a mile of stone and clay and terror, and its emptiness was […]

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Blue Moon

The Island Café, c. 1985 was a dive in “beautiful downtown Minocqua” serving six scoopable flavors of ice cream, counter seating, plastic booths with vinyl backing. Pancakes and eggs and sausage and bacon for fisherman.   By 1992, Dad had to get coffee down the road toward Woodruff, a place still using vinyl seating, but with more windows and a mural of deer poised in the snow, the phrase I […]

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