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July 28, 2019 / barton smock

counter ache

my son trades a mirror for a shadow stuck in the ice and horses won’t eat the trampled birds of my hands. we dream and dream but cannot fog the whale’s eye. it’s a small life. perhaps something will land on the angel’s neck. birth helps god move the body.

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