Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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This Other Bed

like a winter garden under snow, beckons. Missing your body’s exhausting business. Forgive if I succumb to its crisp-white invitation, its anonymous enfoldings. At home you sleep, our girl in the other room. I imagine you dreaming deeply of apples, the day’s adventures fluttering under your eyelids like moths. My pristine loneliness I’ll try to cure. From this bed, I will the pillow next to you to tuck itself between your […]

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