June 11, 2016 / barton smock

asker

I’d put something
in my mouth
and my nose
would bleed
and mom
would press
my ribs
and know
like that
the name
of the boy
buried
a horseshoe

–

return is a drug

hunger
a choice

–

and the lord said one of these animals is a writing machine
and the lord

he turned
the woman’s
shadow
into a garbage
bag

and the man’s
into water

–

sister dragged onto some dance floor
a scarecrow

–

pregnant / is what you get

if memory
remembers
to eat

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