Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Rebecca Thill’


Together we make up one half of a set of quotation marks.   Both bodies curved in, paired arcs, resting on the crux of back to chest contact, we create an opening:   here, your breath asserts don’t worry to my left ear inhaling whispers, she’ll never know at hairs on the nape of my neck. Exhale, it could always be like this.   Turning towards you, I transform us […]

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Anatomy of Impatiens

Palms flat across the cover of Samuel Richardson’s Clarissa. Or, the History of a Young Lady, I press down hard on the neatly tucked edges. Here, finesse is key as is timing and picking a book large enough to contain the blossom. Petals fanned out, pale-pink filaments and pistils— I open and close, swipe and smooth a few times to even the press. Likewise, your hands ease me shoulder then […]

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Personal Ontology

The world can be correctly described using various concepts of “the existence of something.”— Eli Hirsch   If we have souls they are probably in our hands I said peering into my beer bottle. The floor leaned and you tilted your head that you heard me, drank the last sip of your beer, and sloppily spun me on my barstool. I slammed my shot of tequila forgetting the salt and […]

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