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June 9, 2020 / barton smock

slow missings

fog’s invisible feast, a flashlight

kissing the itch on the face
of god, the toy

baths our machines worship, the hunger

that returns my ear to my father’s
stomach, the soundless

fasting
of owls, the first camera

that knew what would happen

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