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March 29, 2019 / barton smock

withholdings

making owl sounds
for my son
he is so
tired
and there was a time
I invented god
thinking
I’d outlast
my body
a time
I carried
my mouth
as the stone
of the dark
and I guess
that’s how
I slept

my lips
on the head
of any
creature

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