March 12, 2021 / barton smock

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It’s hard not to want
the premeditated
yesterday
of it all

The brief health of your son’s
dream-seen mouse

The toy’s
eye
pinned
to its memory
of being
removed

Every cigarette
god’s
little suitcase

The finished half of a field
broken bottle
by

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