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March 27, 2020 / barton smock

notpoem 3.27.20

The weight I put on in your absence. Who I mean in writing ‘your’. It felt good today to be sad about something more normal. Soap carvings in the window of a neighbor of some future fruit they’ll know, I won’t, to miss.

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