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May 3, 2018 / barton smock

tail musics

years had passed
his asking
for a pencil
his wondering

for his mother
how to tell
each finger
the story
of her straightened / teeth

(years)
since god
had pinned
a ribbon
on a woman
made of straw, since animals

were small enough
to bleed
to death
in paint
cans
beside
any lake

made

by a dog’s
tick
from radio
static, since abuse

was both
moon
and both

moons

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