Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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A Personal Ad

Pinned on the sports & metro, my thumbs smudged ink against newsprint. I thought about a trip we took: on the ride, I told you I loved how your thigh reddens when I squeeze it lightly, and how my own can’t; you said the other passengers made you nervous. We were on the way to meet your parents. Potholes thumped through the bus like kicked bass pedals. Sun dissolved the […]

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