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May 24, 2016 / barton smock

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the baby contorts as if it might become a chair

its mother is saying

wind
I will pray
for you

its father is fashioning

from some god’s
idea
of a stripper
pole

a dollhouse

totem

the baby itself is nonsense

its head
bruised
by a rattle
would brain

a parrot

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