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August 10, 2017 / barton smock

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I told everyone at school that my parents were together when they died and everyone at work that my children were not. I chewed my sister’s food because she feared the quiet. ate in two languages. I wanted my brother’s singing voice. his newborn to be shaped in the shadow of a pipe that went from cocoon to cornstalk. the sound of god hitting on a ghost.

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