by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
A hush-hush
to-and-fro
wearing caplets
of opaque plastic
like master tailors
in minute detail
as swirls of hair strands
tossed into bags
while holding hands
in ready-to-wear armchairs
of past disasters already aired
as criss-crossed travails
stamped as
"sample sale"
where available
like procrastinating
ladies in waiting
being tidied up
in French waves
as narrow waterways
of blackened shades
with cobra shapes
chafing against left banks
long and tangled over estates
remanded for reconsideration
chastened by wrangling
as inhumane hazings
by elaborately staged
faked accusations
while wearing green berets
during bootcamp training
cocked like rakes
in favor of high ranks...
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