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That man there Carrying all those roses I assume They’re for his wife Though maybe He lives alone And wanted something Beautiful to glance At from time…
Austin Smith
The bus driver carrying Your luggage for the transfer. The mason jar on the kitchen table, Filled with reading glasses, Their lenses smudged and…
Austin Smith
There was to be an eclipse, though how whoever knew this knew this no one knew. Despite the unlikelihood that the sun would just up and disappear, their…
Austin Smith
The water towers That stand at the edge Of every town, that’s where The grief-water is stored. Sixty-four ounces A day is recommended. The water flows…
Austin Smith
September is when you start to see them — signs for corn mazes, each advertised as being the world’s largest. The purpose of such places is to separate…
Austin Smith

September 2022

He has her Pull the car off The coast road Glitter of piss On poison oak He pictures Its itchiness climbing The amber parabola He lobs disdainfully Into…
Austin Smith
The hoarfrost traces the trees Like a boy on his knees Tracing a picture in a book. When he asks his father to look He sighs and puts on his glasses…
Austin Smith
We always have to remember with a grain of salt At the end of the day we're not gonna be able to clean up that many million The cost of goods are…
Austin Smith
Winter afternoons, bored in math, I’d ask to go downstairs to talk with you, As if I knew exactly who you were. You had a corner office off the library…
Austin Smith
One of those parties where you know no one but those you came with. Drinks in the garden. Instagrammable cocktail in one hand, a stranger’s hand in the…
Austin Smith
A friend of mine, Friends of his parents Lost their son in Tijuana. When they found him They wanted to know, Understandably, How he had died. The…
Austin Smith
A roomful. A room Full of shoes. Soles and Loose laces. Flung tongues. Most pairs Split up, The right Right here, The left Somewhere. Waves of shoes…
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