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May 3, 2020 / barton smock

afternotes

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There is a part of my left hand that seems to know a fish with a nosebleed. If I could open the book of touch, I would open the book of touch.  My son has a cough that haunts the leg of a wasp and his singing lives in a blank mother’s bottle of glue. Death recognizes more creatures than god.

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