Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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The Story I Didn’t Tell

I’d been laying foundation, digging the footing for subsidized housing. My father, afraid that I wouldn’t make tuition,   used his connections. The foreman lived with whiskey at a local motel; he showed me how to cut thumb-thick rebar with bolt loppers,   how to use the pick to break clay, how to put my weight into the shovel. He disliked me immensely. That’s how it was.   If I […]

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