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Dec 2012
I fall asleep
on my hand

my hand
reciprocates

-

a baby
there for me
to take

from that high
chair

floats into
a pig / enters

pig

-

a mother expects to be careful

but is crazed

     it is a very strong soap

she uses

this soap that squeals
against

the skin

-

inside a bubble I scour the bubble

-

[sic]  terrified
god has given me
gifts
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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