Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Housekeeping

We split logs heavy as torsos— oak, pine, fatlighter. I lumped over and deadlifted them to the splitter. Gray metal of the machine showed through the fractured red paint like bones. He tugged the lever and the blade gouged and guillotined the wood. The wood popped and smacked down the grain. Fire ants spurted out like blood of slit veins. We hammer fisted some and stomped others—little lit cigarettes. No […]

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