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February 9, 2022 / barton smock

2020, diets of the resurrected, dis-ordered visitations

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To worship god is to love the ghost of the alien you dream of killing. When I was a child, there were no children. All of them had guns. Most of my teeth hurt from forgetting

that blue
wants to be
a circle.

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My children call sleep
the long
nakedness, and death

the slowest minute of an imagined hour.

–

A ghost is an angel that can tell a story.

–

Ohio genitalia:

I am heavier than the one who listens
at night
to my ear.

–

Resurrection
is prettier

when our bodies
betray us.
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