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March 10, 2015 / barton smock

comma, rage

for Jake, for Amy, for those who know

in the beginning,

his mother and father
were there
to be
the parents
he’d lost.

his first tooth
anchored
a ghost
within

shouting distance
of the boat
named

for ghost. he amassed

a useless
vocabulary

that nonetheless
included
the word

amidst. when women

and children
waged war
for the men
who’d agreed
on the drug
god
would take, he burned

etymology’s
least favorite

haunt
with a fire
he’d sucked
from a sword…

the lives we touch are evil.

go
to a different
hell.

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