Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Kissing God

When I was a teen, We’d make out pretty regularly. The royal We. It’d be fevers in the summer churches of Michigan. I’d shackle God. The grass asleep as if YHWH were mundane, and this passion of the ghosts that We were before I got lost in the military where it ended my belief—the shock that people in foxholes lose faith as easily as keys misplaced in couch hells—and lost […]

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