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Barton D Smock
Poems
Jul 2012
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I held an apple with my ankles.
boyish, I guess, very still.
these two girls, new to me, in my sister’s room
they were
with their hands
talking.
about tomorrow, or maybe
a spoon. I could imagine
mother, by me, loved.
dad sitting sober as a fence, looking to bite
before dinner
a hard sweet.
nightgowns, drying, the last of our water
on four legs.
my sister
a curtain
sheer
to the angel wake of my bones. the mute
rub
of soap
in a stranger’s
bath.
Written by
Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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