December 31, 2019 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

I will take for my childhood a mother’s unicycle, a father’s raincloud.

The broken moon of any man on crutches. A dog drinking water in a white house.

Brothers
who draw me naked.

Bones from her smaller baseball.

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