by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Both fair and foul
during foreshortened chats
after shrinking away from laughter
when nagging questions
are left unanswered
staunched by flows of noxious gases
fomented like night sweats
vying for once-refined pastimes
for resistance fighters
at final hammer prices
leveraging infamy into the big time
quickly and be-dazzlingly
akin to overlapping stuck landings
parodied as stinging finalities
disquietingly saddened lamely aghast
like sultry gambles
during crammed last seconds
while floating
through the cool night air
with sword handles as foils
for torrid oughts
drawn against the ever-
present steely perspective...
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