Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Virginia walks into the river with stones in her pockets. Smooth river stones, small enough for hands. I drive to the ocean with nothing in my pockets. No name, no wallet, no place to put my hands. She knows the river and she knows why she is there. I am somewhere along the Pacific, a cliff, a highway. Why am I here? Fatigue, that’s all it is. Enough. She wrote, […]

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