Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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And Ouija-board flirting is tricksy, with all the ghostly glow, some epic ectoplasmic pauses and the fact that, despite your higher-plane abilities, your spelling isn’t strong. (No glass-slide autocorrect.) You get my name wrong–twice– but then come through again, invite me to a show   where the music is as dead as—well, you know. Sounds nice, I say, even though it doesn’t, but I’m lonely and living guys aren’t enlivening […]

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