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August 17, 2020 Poetry

Two Poems

Chris Barton

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over half way dead now

pushing my tongue against my teeth

at an ATM

withdrawing blue faces

to pay rent

to live in a shell with roach legs & rice bags

swallowing again

sixty percent water

& all I am is this thirst

a blood & bacteria pod

indulged in plastic

a kind of sentient junk

even the leaves sound like tap water

in wind i go with lavender lips



earth is the only planet in our solar system not named after a god

last night,
I wanted
to have sex
while tying
my shoes
at the bowling alley.

fuck, to be
a kid again:
sugary & full
of breezes.

to be
a thing
not easily
by words.



image: Aaron Burch