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September 17, 2015 / barton smock

(older, openings)

[notes for night owl]

a brother wets the bed

is reminded
of age, the number

of kissable
girls-

in another life, he has
this one

there is no
imagining
of his
surprise

[forgeries]

permanence is upon us.

one who paces.

predator
that I never took
for god.

on the inside
the predator
I attacked
personally

became the world
where the window
into the world
of hazing
opened.

in infancy
I possessed
a belonging.

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