Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Matthew, a conch shell

Gentle Matthew sits silent, a stable home next to my unfurling dress,   skirts blowing a loose prayer into the cold sand. I talk too much, Daddy.   He does not move at my confession, but winter light shifts slightly   against his old shell-back, and then I know he loves me, no-words-deeply.   The slippery wake laps at our toad-mouths, pulls stories of wave and family   to the […]

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