February 6, 2015 / barton smock
I trace my stutter to the narrative delay that uprooted my father who broke his foot in his sleep trying to kick his mother’s television. I limp circles around those who’ve gone quietly. grandfather, from heaven, I see my body as a surplus of irretrievable peace.
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