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February 4, 2018 / barton smock

garden musics

first a crawler, then a biter
the one who couldn’t
swallow

language. who cooks

Ohio’s blood
in a pile
of leaves
and uses

the brain of a ghost
to make
from snow

her angel’s
apple

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