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July 3, 2017 / barton smock

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he cracks the motel room door from inside and pisses from wasp to spider to spared cricket. he can smell the baby’s back as it begins to burn a hole in the pocket of a bag-headed hitchhiker. the earth is 42 years old. a car in the lot below moves over a body and stops. the woman in the car is sucking a tooth through a cigarette. whatever god put in her cake is almost gone.

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