Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Horse Dress, 1939

She wore the horse she’d crocheted out of scraps of bright wool. No pattern. Needlework so exquisite the horse’s eyes fit perfectly at her nipples, as if she were looking for someone to cup her and comfort her during her paces around corridors, in circles, bound by fences, walls, lanes to stay in, tail trailing like an extension of her coccyx. Snout and nostrils covered her groin craving a carrot, […]

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