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April 18, 2015 / barton smock

scenarist

the give in my tooth makes me think my father has two left hands.

the give
in my brother’s
brings me
to the tree
that took
his last. to that day

he sang
god is glove
to the hose
that broke
my mother. I am at the end of my blood.

there’s a rareness

to him
not many
see.

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