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November 16, 2020 / barton smock

( from ) diets of the resurrected

I can’t afford to know that I am sick.

My children call sleep
the long
nakedness, and death

the slowest minute of an imagined hour.

A ghost is an angel that can tell a story.

Ohio genitalia:

Blue, leave your stone. Stone, your blue.

Ohio genitalia:

I am heavier than the one who listens
at night
to my ear.

Resurrection
is prettier

when our bodies
betray us.

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