Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Bleach: An Extrapolation

I only watch TV when I’m folding laundry, a product of my Very Busy Life, a product of my knowledge that I’ll die without having spent very many moments living. This is where I make piercing observations about the difference between a stain — something left behind, tomato climbing woven fibers   –and something bleached, altered fundamentally and irreversibly, warm flush drained from its well-worn face. This is where I […]

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