by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Wickedly fetishistic
in a range of skin
unshakably
purple, ivory & gray
truly cringe-making
coming away
after taking on gangsters
never been middle-aged
by implication
walking away
wearing the very same
suit up and clank
secured to the waist
along the edge
of the spray
like the olden days
reaching teenage
never having been
the same
born of dimly lighted
bioscience unobliged
a bit like a large revolver
of laminated cards
unburdened by pockets
to alert the doctors
in handfuls of hospitals
backed by technology
and accelerometers
tested for effectiveness
suddenly sedentary
with obscure questions
left unasked and unanswered
by friends and parents
without being there
on a webcam
down a willy-nilly path
in chilly misery
while flipping
digital transitions
with the flick
of a wireless switch...
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