by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
In harm's way
eyes gone sad
starting from scratch
harkening back
to working the angles
joylessly lost in thought
on bluegrass lawns
no longer actuarial
as history's oracles
in singalongs
merely seconds long
luridly lurching assaults
blasting distortion
unfurling claws
gasping voices
without warning...
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