Fluff That Doesn't Blush

" Fluff That Doesn't Blush "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán


Rubble tells the story
like barnstormed warnings
huddled against the wind
of vulnerability
with tough questioning
going unmentioned
paying overdue attention


bearing the brunt
of someone else's fuss
becoming devoted to fluff
that doesn't blush
after lunging hard enough
into blunders of buttonholing adults
as yet to grow up like birth mothers


banging around the house
gasping out loud
in incredible amounts
of starting to think about
while dozing on the couch


smiling shyly in reply
bumping down the street
over many years
neither good nor bad
without permission granted


going mad paying cash
on bended knees
of welcoming committees
at fevered pitches


bearing inscriptions
lacking recognition
of lips of crimson
at a quick dinner
with endorphins
stenciled on linens


jettisoning femininity
made up beautifully
thumbing through
without intrusion
into neutral
peer reviews


hung together
by slender threads
of strongly stretchy
consequences


as aggressively
shared specimens
of incredulously
deadly venoms


in planning sessions
of sensory mesh
for outlandish
prosthetic paralysis
from invalid embarrassments


without the flapping
of absorbed sounds
as upside down
velvety down
of barn owls


open late to the public
in an intertwined vise
of puzzle-like mind-
boggled less nuanced
purchasers of art


unnamed heroes
managing to stagger
like mad leading the pack
dripping down canvases
of far greater gaps
in more expansive
raunchy fantasies


mishandled and transplanted
torquing and twisting
looming and leaning
teetering on bona fide heaps
while wielding squeegees


adaptive as hardly imagined chants
on epic scales of mundanity
partially blinkered theoretically
easy to read overseas
on ice-covered peaks
after mushing...