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June 15, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 81

I forget to eat and god says I am swimming

*

city 82

The sleep I do in my sleep

I can't
carry this

*

city 83

My son's wrist 
Was a flower
But vanished

June 11, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 80

How quietly they eat

This far, even

From the birdwatcher's strangled son


June 10, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 79

Instead something joins the body

And two 
places

Die
June 9, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 76

Our waiting and our leaving

The moment
they meet

*

city 77

Occasionally the odd ghost that worships
blood and glue

*

city 78

I can't always find the year I believed in god

June 9, 2021 / barton smock

(thereabouts

from nearby 2008 bc I can't stop being old and done with writing

NOSTALGIA

my father
he was in
this poem

yesterday
so deeply
that I-  damn.

they repo
even
dark.
June 4, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 74

In its shadow grief the window

in the open
Mirror

*

city 75

Rabbit, microscope, flower.

In that order.


June 2, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 69

Crow, with seashell

*

city 70 or 71

The short past of my body in the small
of yours

A baby chewing on its hand in pile of leaves

*

city 72 and 73

The boy has one mouse

All named
Cigarette


June 1, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 68

I thought reading would make me attractive to god. 

I ate slowly, you know? 

Like blood like time and their ableist
Newborns.

I wanted the thing that was not the thing.

Poems
in quiet
animals
An exodus
of unmoved
pairings
The corpse 

of a cricket 
My cricket 

mind

May 31, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 67

Dying, touch will ask to attend

the hand's
silent film
debut
May 28, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 64

How is it we know that the subway

Wanted
to be there

*

city 65

Soft teeth
And that thing your son can do

with his shoulder

*

city 66

A drawer left open in an office
is all we need

The cult of lost fingers