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February 19, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Moods for closure and then the thing itself:

The one I’m destroying and the one you’re saving are not the same. I was ugly, once, but they called me a lifetime behind my back. Poor, twice, but took over for a clown abused by a ghost. On three, my sister’s flashlight takes its little spot from the world. Many of our dead will switch gods.

February 16, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Ohio religions:

someone I don’t know
described you
to me
not
recently
but anyway
there were animals
not created
by god
confused
by the naming

February 13, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

make death
fear you, not me

we all hear
that kid
& poetry

can’t be
the birthplace
of god

February 13, 2020 / barton smock

afternotes

I thought having the child
would change
the child

old soul, some said, and sickness
a dream
god rents
to ghost

February 12, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Ohio puberty:

they sing
in the locker room
to what
is mine, a scarecrow
for insects
etc
and then

they are saying
it backward
my safe
word

February 12, 2020 / barton smock

{ The Wishbone Dress – poems – Cassandra J. Bruner }

ISACOUSTIC*

The Wishbone Dress
poems, Cassandra J. Bruner
Bull City Press, 2019

~

I worry sometimes that I have been invisibly abandoned. That a context left unsaid has given its art to a museum obsessed with displaying beginnings. Beginnings only. And then, but then, there is work devoid of panic, work unlike, work with words not so much chosen but words more revealed, work that enters the dead and encodes the universal to amplify the specific, work that with its subtle harmony of discovery sings as to horn a ghost a backbone and then lures that ghost into the modified regions of beauty and transitional creation, work that asks existence for the emergency past imposed on another’s sudden body, that asks of our being here what violence we interrupted, work that is only named The Wishbone Dress, and is called into sound by Cassandra J. Bruner. Work I wish you…

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February 11, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

there were three in the garden
they were sharing
a cigarette

their god
had said little

no names, no pets

no lonely, allergic

baby