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March 2, 2016 / barton smock

mesmeric

the fish are biting and my father is wanted.

thunder the size of a seasick dog
has crushed
again
my sister’s
baby
for crushing
pills. for every

hunchback
goes
to heaven

there’s a shadow
passed out
in a dream.

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