by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Level-headedly prophetic
surmised by accents
broken down geographically
like would-be-world-weary wiseguys
by counting down time
in semi-snappy dialogues
of diversionary tactics
after tipping hands into thin air
as scandalous anonymity
being stymied by what felt like
dimly-lighted revivals failing to excite
by coming back to life
maddeningly harried by mime...
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