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November 27, 2015 / barton smock

(previously saying little)

~baby

the cruelty
of the nightmare
is not that it surrounds you
with the hallmarks
of your fear
but that
in the infancy
of your terror
it banishes you
to populate
yourself
in a bed
some have seen
you rise from
and walk.

~hireling

her mania
trembled not
before
but during
god-

a whole year would pass
without
an episode

then three days
she’d widow
for jesus

~man sitting

went he
to be alone
with his thoughts
but never
arrived

~man okay

a girl’s
abandoned
coat

the hood of which
he uses
for an ash tray…

for days the man thinks on his former
or plans to.

~last man on earth

or the last
to be

invisible

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