Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Dylan Weir’

In Utero

“I remember feeling ashamed, for some reason. I was ashamed of my parents. I couldn’t face some of my friends at school anymore, because I desperately wanted to have the classic, you know, typical family.” – Kurt Cobain     When you tell our children about Nirvana don’t begin with the shotgun shell, his box-shaped heart. Tell them about his childhood. Tell them about ADD, divorce, bipolar disorder. Tell them […]

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The First; or, When I Believed in Perfection

In the dark blue corduroy king-bed of a couch we laid graceless love notes. The pinched divot in the left half of your ass you named scar I named dimple. ferocious toes kicking free of ankle manacle jeans. The plastic smell of packet cheese melting over macaroni. Your cherry-flavored chapstick rank, bruised, and beautiful bowl full of sliced peach. My name marked printed crimson into the pillow. Shooting clouds that […]

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