by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Not quite finished
as the first of several
little-known substitutes shown
like an all-knowing tome
written all alone in a sole episode
wholly devoted to the hopeful
as cameras roll in the dough
with the visibly bewitching yeast
of completely make believe
bursting into song
as a blood-borne-
sung-through score
for the foreshortened
dangled ornaments
of longing...
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