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January 7, 2019 / barton smock

{twenty three separations for unlikeness}

kingsoftrain

SEPARATIONS FOR UNLIKENESS / entries 1 thru 23

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god bless the hypnotist who takes up smoking when it goes uncured (my transformative stutter…

god bless the breathing machine, the fog…

the donkey so beaten it recalls itself as a whale’s untouchable nose…

and god bless god for my short life as a father, for my son who says, meaning eyelash (cyclops…

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it’s not my imagination that I’m the only foreigner my body recalls, but is that god can change with my stomach the shape of his tears

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waiting for her cigarettes to dry, mother starts a bath and says above them that it’s not like any of you are becoming a rib. death, short a person, continues to eat the language god hasn’t. trauma makes a compass of time and place

and brother is not yet the sitting creature of a thoughtless life. I am not there…

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