Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘spoonie’

Syndromes and Lies

Once, it was glorious — lithe, flowing, carnal, capricious. So effortless, moving with abandon and finding fault with hips and lips and hair and thighs now mourned.   Watching through eyelid slits as charts become tomes of words and terms and treatments that are hard to bear, but for the alternative.   Contemporaries arm themselves with creams and steams and fillers to smooth grin crinkles, instead of saline streambeds and […]

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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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