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Sep 2014
the dead triplets     harmonize

-

it is the mattress
speaks to
the massaging
of imagery  

it is the mattress / mother was
from / wait

     yanked from
like a spine

-

I *****
but keep
praying

I am not hoarse
I am trying to catch
god’s
throat

-

     evanesce

is father’s
favorite
or second

favorite
word, he says we have to share

the smallest opposite
of resurrection

-

they glow     eating a hole

they attract
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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