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May 18, 2021 / barton smock

2018,2019,2020

from [ DIETS OF THE RESURRECTED ]

These are my hands, 

spider’s yawn and blueless blue.  

A son’s belly cradles the crushed eye of god.  

Even in a glass, 

milk
looks lost.

*

[ KITE ]                                                           

even 
longing
loses 
me

* 

[ TAME ACHE ]

soap carvings
of birds
pulled mostly
from a son's
thunderstorm...

here and there
a worm
wrapped around
a stone.

all imagery is the same.

if the food 
is in your mouth
it's too late.

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