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December 23, 2020 / barton smock

buying batteries for toys your son has buried

knowing
I will soon
go soft
on spiders
my mother
crushes
an egg
to keep it
she says
from choking
and though
it is not
the same
egg
that we lost
in a doorknob
I still
feel
in a silent
film’s
ambulance
as godless
as
a balloon
animal

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