by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
No proof
of having been looted
in a screwed-up
point of view
with little nuance
followed on
jarringly wallowing
elbowing away
while bangs sway
like a contrarian
counterweight
to a stone-faced
interchangeable
contagion
of mandated
golden halos
in affidavits
of the sacred
impartially parsed
as voilás...
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