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April 27, 2024 / barton smock

vigilance machine

I’m sorry 
now.
Longing
of course
erases
brevity.
Are fish
born
in the afterfrog
of god’s
face.
My sick
boy
stiffens.
I am not hurt.

America kills nostalgia

nostalgia
when we got here
was dead.

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