by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Redrawn lines
popping at the seams
neither trailing nor climbing
in traumatized silence
along the final line
broody and dirge like
lingering out of kilter
as a difficult ilk
unlike grammatically stylish
neon signs on opening night
when a painterly eye vaguely defined
as a brittlely sacrificed
supercilious stiff upper lip
inexplicably speaks subliminally
as a low spire pitted all over
turns up vertically
across bright white interstices
shielded by pinky white
across zigzagging outlines
divinely compiled by outliers...
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