Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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The madwoman’s tongue

seems disconnected from her brain. When she tries to explain her drowsiness, she tells her doctor, I fell asleep on Friday and didn’t wake up till Christmas. Embarrassed, she stammers … I mean, Sunday! … until Sunday. And when tries to say she cleans her nose with a Q-tip, out slips, toothpick. Her tongue has a mind of its own. She imagines it scanning grey matter, seizing any random word […]

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