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Apr 2014
my father holds a cigarette above his head in a hotel shower.  

at home,
my mother
puts a clean shirt
on the bed
and jumps
from her death.  

the brother  
you are most
tired of

taunts
a cat
trapped
in a phone booth.  

my son is sick.  

the moon landing
was reenacted.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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   Diane
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