Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Ed Higgins’

To Do Reminders

Frisbee dog. Stealth the cat. Read more. Cut toenails. Less wine. Bind the ties. Avoid mirrors. Divide water. Invoke irony. Vacuum Yesterday. Avoid forever. Milk thoughts. More wine. Stir up. Stir down. End a dark day. Follow oxygen down the street. Care a rat’s ass. Say desire. Scatter con•tem•pla•tion. Feed instincts. Assimilate resistance. Skin normal. Push words. Rewind God. Bend re•frac•tion. Undo plots. Spine spirit. Tremble blood. Hands up. Cascade […]

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I cut myself

Often. The bloodslice like thin lips parted in prayer. The supplication in the rise of blood. Pink at first, feeding quickly on oxygen to implausible scarlet. Beautiful as the dark wine we take for Communion. Holy as Christ’s own blood blessed in the chalice and sipped for our sins. Forgive/me/Father/forgive/me/for I have sinned. And my blood soft and warm sealing the wound slowly, slowly. Some dripping into the porcelain-white sink, […]

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