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October 22, 2020 / barton smock

2016) fixed work, or broken

swallowing a hair in the house that birth built

she reaches into the same hat for the rabbit he’s made disappear.

I sleep and the dark takes me for the bone

lightning
straightens.

(can’t
this once
a thing
die
in the sanctuary
of its double

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