by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Ready, set, go atypically cozy
in a trunk show of clutch cargo
coming up roses finally opening
after rotating in a showcase
of the chosen as baby clothes
in a sleepover of the fully grown
smitten with mad money
as a gradual catalyst
for sorority sisters
with cardboard pistols
in simple silhouettes
under new directives
for the permanent collection
of involuntary memories
with the fragility of friendships
both in length and pacing
while dropping out of labor
and being perceived
as rarities meant to be
like no small feat pounding keys
of neon beams of green
amounting to mere novelties
like cosmonaut dogs
as standard samplings
of bizarre artifacts
with big capacities
for reinventing
hankerings for Iranian
monkeys in space
without explanation
for fuzzy data emanating
from pinhole moments
under neutron microscopes...
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