by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Plumed and veiled
love affairs haltingly tamped
down and falteringly unmasked
becoming entangled within the grasp
of a wedding band outside of a grand
manor of overlapping adages
like old-fashioned
slow dances
as strings of casualties
within out-of-the-way
anonymous hallways
obliquely related
to hard-to-find publications
like ancient havens
of public domain
blooming and fading
bowing and scraping
in windswept places
as captions conveying
veins of origination
on paper in prosaic beiges
illustrating fateful claims
by returning to normal sized one day
like revelatory preoccupations
with order and chaos
on informational labels
quoting inane conversations
of cumulative situations
without the tedium of waiting
as emblazoned pupils dilate
on crude paintings
of women's faces just in case...
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