by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
An immediate impetus
slowed to a trickle
as a public
dalliance of dunces
teetering
on the brink of a ding
across an unstinting
wall of relief as gently
yet skeptically
hallucinogenic
faces and vessels
of mixed identities
streaming subconsciously
beneath shrubberies
as pundits under umbrellas
becoming decidedly robust
like homespun, "so whats"
built up in indiscriminate hovels...
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