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March 22, 2016 / barton smock

bathos

I want to drink and watch a clean body enter clear water

I have prayed naked
over
an insect, have lost

mother
to her gift
of not talking

to animals…

the voyeur believes
loneliness
can be
exaggerated, dear

spider: I swaddled

in blankets
so many
babies

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