Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Falling in Love with the Fist in my Mouth

My father is sturdy. The skin on his hands is meaty and calloused and heavily scarred. The veins dance in thick ropes, the lines cut deep and permanent into pink flesh. I could look at his hands for hours. That pair of hands has lived passionately, and they live independently of the fist in his mouth. If there’s anything I got from my Daddy, it’s the fist in his mouth. […]

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