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December 2, 2020 / barton smock

blood notes

Invented as a way to impress pain, eating had to pass through sleep. Brother says he’s been seeing things after they happen. Says he’ll soon forget burying them bomb squad dogs. Art form, ant farm…no matter. A room without a mirror attracts a room with. A scarecrow miscarries in kite country. Fat with crocodile tears for the alien dead, your stomach rings a private bell. I kiss my son’s foot. His parachute does not open. I am taken from the dream by childbirth

The face I make at god

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