May 24, 2019 / barton smock
from
BLUE MIND
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and when the creatures came back they were all the same size and my son was still sick and I put my ear to my mother’s and asked for the maker of god-painted sound and my son was a hole and I was grief in a gravedigger’s dream and we ate I think apples there
~~~~~
I miss
learning
of you
does art
lose everything
made visible
by grief
~~~~~
I lost my voice believing in ghosts and before that
spoonfed my brother until he tied me to a chair. this was the beginning of wanting my kids to play dead in front of the nothing my eyes could do. one sockless and one sick. not forever.
~~~~~
there is a book
dad says
(they say
is for children.
god
and the long
day-
find it
and we’ll stop eating
the creature you couldn’t describe
~~~~~
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