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July 1, 2015 / barton smock

(errant)

-my brother’s singing voice

after whitening
the teeth
of the adult
orphan
you might have seen
on the shoulders
of a tired usher

a deep sea diver
swims solo
in a private lake

-my mother’s singing voice

a donated pillowcase
made into seven washrags
one for each
church window

-my father’s singing voice

an abandoned dog
on a weekday
shops its grief
from homeless man
to homeless
woman

under threat
of lightning

where else

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