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April 17, 2019 / barton smock

spiritual correctives

if presence

be a nakedness
survived
by nostalgia
and by
homage, then presence

a milk
in memory
of shape

or shape
oh shape

would-be astronaut

your head
is too small
(but oh how light

the gun you make
of your hand

I am not as alone as I remember

or only
our only

possession

(the belly-dancer’s
muted
radar

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