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September 8, 2019 / barton smock

weaponries

(i)

he shot three of us in the stomach for throwing a snowball at his pick-up truck. none of us died completely. by none I mean a priest and a pilot are changing the diaper of an indifferent baby. by scar we mean we held sticks and surrounded the paw

that our god had filled with fog

(ii)

it takes we guess three low-flying helicopters and a herd of wheelchairs to scare jesus away from eating the bomb that we made

for men
only dogs
can hear

(iii)

by stomach I mean both field

and church
are empty
and that whole
meals

reappear in the newborn’s outstanding loneliness

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