Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Deirdre Fagan’

Doorbell Advised

In aisle five they sell wireless doorbells with a 150-foot range — battery life 3 years for chime, 2 years for buttons for your new home, in this old house, so your husband waits while your legs take you to the world to get one It had never before occurred to either of you that you would need one, the old one rang just fine, for the house, it wasn’t […]

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Most of the Days of the Week

On Monday you make pancakes, pay the bills, clean the floor, wipe down the counters, and begin chopping vegetables for soup. As the knife slices the onion thin, you peel away its outer layer and consider committing seppuku at noon. On Tuesday you start the Crock-Pot, dust the blinds, rake the leaves, strip the beds, and carry the laundry downstairs. You put the wash on delicate, cold, and as you […]

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