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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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