if the poor could keep to themselves, they'd have
superheroes. hey man, hey beast, them aliens
already know what it means to be human.
abduction is the fingerprint of loneliness.
what I teach my blood is grow up. I put everything
I had into ruin. watch as my mother becomes
your mother trying to be two people god can use
to carry tug-of-war from a fossil.
my dream house is language. you say it to my
face how there are beheadings that have made a
wish. before my son was a giant, he'd
somersault. cigarette in mouth he would.
Barton Smock lives in Columbus, OH, with his wife and four children. Is the author of infant*cinema (Dink Press, 2016) and the editor of isacoustic* (isacoustic.com)
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