by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Where we heard
where we were
circling the world
riotously unpredictable
endless depths
of nervy energy
a long way away
in yellowed envelopes
neatly folded
steadily approaching
garbled dial tones
callers unknown
barely breathing
through the receiver
as scribblings
of disappearing inks
sobbing too much
to continue
as tears course
from corners...
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