Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Momma’


I am sick. Not the dying sick, but the perpetually sick, the we-can-help-you-manage-your-pain-but-we-can’t-cure-you sick. I need a lot of bloodwork and my phlebotomist calls me Momma.   But I never felt that primal need some other women have, the urge to grow children inside and deliver them to the world.   I am a Teacher, and a good one. I help dry tears and give advice and attend youth sporting […]

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