Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Toast

Even though they brought it buttered, you always had to ask for more, so you could make it visible, unwilling to believe it real unless you saw it for yourself, stainless gleaming the yellow bar. And, if on the second pass, an errant crumb lay on the stick— like a mottle on the radiant portrait of your vincible lung, looming with its wait-and-seeness, three months and take another look— you […]

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