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June 1, 2021 / barton smock

city,

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city 68

I thought reading would make me attractive to god. 

I ate slowly, you know? 

Like blood like time and their ableist
Newborns.

I wanted the thing that was not the thing.

Poems
in quiet
animals
An exodus
of unmoved
pairings
The corpse 

of a cricket 
My cricket 

mind
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