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February 10, 2018 / barton smock

in a cornfield a trombone case full of weed

we buried a god in Ohio today with a ouija board and a map.  pain is a different god altogether.  smaller mouth.  no belongings.  I remember becoming a dog with more clarity than being assaulted on a bus during a rash of housefires.  sister says that from here on out television is the devil’s paint and bends herself into translating her mother’s poems for grief, the doomed sycophant of language.


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  1. danielpaulmarshall / Feb 10 2018 5:50 pm

    If you die, i want your brain, i want to replace mine with yours. There’s surgery for that right? i don’t care the cost, i want your brain.

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