October 19, 2018 / barton smock

motherlings

where none are born praying, an eyeball shows me how to eat

(so fast
your ghost
gets cold…

ii.

where was it
you were put (for losing underwater

your spotless fingers (your mouth

iii.

as the footprint
of silence

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