Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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It’s not like you don’t know

Then she tells me the internet in China is a hole you throw yourself into with every click. That’s dumb, I say. We’re sitting together to eat flapjacks and complain about messages not getting through, just encoded crumbs and a knowingness of watchers who speak whole-number sums, a pink-plate puzzle to keep us apart. It’s malware of the mind with no need to censor when there is already such erosion […]

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