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December 4, 2012 / barton smock

I wanted to tell you sweetly

of
velvet crow.

     what moving here
might mean.

that waking
beside you
is old; and land. that the land
beside you

is asleep. beside it

a creature
indigenous
to another.

that something
in me
is rich. not to place

in drawers
used

tape. that if a train

is crowded, it is crowded

with libertine

balloons.

the word chthonic.

     flatlands, or lowered

beds, when we get there

the top bunk
is yours.

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