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May 2014
you are here for your own protection.

I know
to be disabled
is to live
introduced.

I mother
the way I mother
my hands.

I do this
in the city
of retroactive
imaginings.

I salt
with memory
a deer
and am told

lose
the deer.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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