January 24, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Ohio poetry:

Escapism
loses everything.

With what other formless art
could one address
nothingness?

Infants
in the phantom fit
of a rolled
tire. A mercy

the knee
in kneel

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