by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Once called, "victim"
with whatever it took
behind an ambush
having never really been heard
as "his", not "hers"
entirely on the surface
downing flutes of champagne
slogged as grittily natured top seeds
cast between railings of concrete
rooted in lost homegrown thoughts
like homespun cloths
woven with bits of much gone hungry...
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