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April 19, 2023 / barton smock

apartures, poems, January 2023

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apartures
poems

Pocketbook style, 125 pages, January 2023

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some poems, from:

APARTURE X

Time gives itself a childhood.

Alien, animal, beast, breast.
God loves 
a beginning.

Painkilllers don’t age.

~

APARTURE XV

Time will never know how long it took for god to ruin the image. 

Ask me about distance.
I was asleep and my kids were alive.

In every city, his gun says the same thing. 
In Ohio 

they found bits of rock candy in the infant’s stomach.

Angels
go through eyelids
like water. 

~

HICKGNOSIS

Sleep, death, leapfrog. Two infants swallowing a blip from the same radar. A few pianos made of frostbite. Reading moan as moon. Then moon as moan. A circle writing a poem for god. Hipbone, jawbone. Teeth brushed over a bowl that remembers nothing.    

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