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January 8, 2018 / barton smock

returning

I exist / too / often

(it’s okay)

his father
had a beekeeper’s
wave

the recurring dream of my blood

is loss. dear ma,

your book
how to appear
edible
to a thoughtless
creature…

I don’t know. birth is whose

burned
hand

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