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June 5, 2015 / barton smock

eating the animal back to life

after seeing god, my brother climbed a tree and wouldn’t come down. he thought himself serious but then had to piss. I took off my pants and made him swear. it was dark or no one looked.

I carry the larger-than-child child up steps smaller than my feet.

in grade school, a particular person would ask me what my hair was made of. over time, I have come to call that person people.

on the day I hit my head and start to walk, my son swallows the harm there isn’t in letting god talk.

the cat is all the instruction one needs to kill it. perfect, it seems to care that suicide is traceable.

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