Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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The Tao of Folding

And, after dinner, the maid puts the family away like linens. She creases each member along their wrinkles and angles, edges and curves. The children are folded like origami birds for good luck and sweet dreams, and the parents are stacked one on top of the other; tissue-thin, double-thickness. The grandmother is long and narrow and must be rolled, yellow stains turned inward like shame. As time wears on, the […]

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