November 5, 2017 / barton smock

soft facts

I try, but can’t make my bed. mom says maybe I’m grief. after coming back to touch me, she wishes herself a bird.

I hope she eats.

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then

I had a word for marble that wasn’t marble. both were swallowed.

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thirst is not the same as forgetting to drink. god talks up his handicapped friend.

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