by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Like a flyover
anchor-style
like one-liners
as birth rites
made to sound
like overly edited subtexts
of the unexpected
lacking slickness in the preface
genuinely unsettling
seemingly endless
recounted events
of self-possession
augmented with eclectic spectrums
of debris-strewn sets calling attention
to indelible sweaty textures overhead...
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