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May 10, 2016 / barton smock



[themes for transition]

I used my nearest
to strike
my brother
who’d wasted
the last tooth
of his horse
for a slingshot
on a meal

for a scarecrow

the power
to mother
went out


our heaven of socks and string


[themes for arrowhead]

if the damn thing is a boy, let it have a knot in its stomach. if it’s not one twin, it’s another. if a girl, find a woman who’s been to nothing and back.

bring me a fat tick from the dog of baptism. owl from the hair of god.


[the father]

I am walking up a hill the dark is trying to move. my mother has a way with words. my mother has a baby. reading is a kind of crying. the baby is crying because the baby has lost track of something that possesses nearness. there are two babies. one is always blind and one is blind when it eats. never lose a tooth you can swallow.


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