COMMUNIONSA Poem by barton smockWe had three good dogs. Three of my brothers shared a dress. Neighbors shook televisions to hear the ocean. Bones faked brokenness. It’s not hard to say it was real. In a city of bathrooms, puking is a language. Taking pills in a parked car shrinks god and/or roadkill. Sleep is smaller than an angel. Bodies eat pain. © 2024 barton smock |
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Added on October 2, 2024 Last Updated on October 2, 2024 Authorbarton smockColumbus, OHAboutam the author of the chapbook {infant*cinema - Dink Press 2016} and the full length {Ghost Arson - Kung Fu Treachery Press 2018}. editor of isacoustic.com more..Writing
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