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May 12, 2023 / barton smock

nakedness wants you to see the last of it

A crucifixion, a unicycle, a young pair of handcuffs. A stomach that’s faster than god. Fever, or a thunderstorm trying to belong to a puppet show. A surgeon shared by two who only touch at funerals. Blue xrays that softened my ankle.

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