Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Housekeeping

            [part of The Fixer series]   I’ll come through later, sweep the scene clean. You’ll be safe in South America by the time they sound the alarm. That’s the professional service ethic to expect when you hire the Quicker Picker Upper. It’s the forest primeval out there. Society’s reverting to a brutal state of nature. So find your fortune, cash out, set up in a country that is skeptical […]

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Housekeeping

We split logs heavy as torsos— oak, pine, fatlighter. I lumped over and deadlifted them to the splitter. Gray metal of the machine showed through the fractured red paint like bones. He tugged the lever and the blade gouged and guillotined the wood. The wood popped and smacked down the grain. Fire ants spurted out like blood of slit veins. We hammer fisted some and stomped others—little lit cigarettes. No […]

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