by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Onward to the utmost
fragility in a dead
reckoning with history
blisteringly angry
with everything gripping
especially with the middle finger
engagingly wrapped
around a sweaty glass
gotten well in hand
grasped mug and handle
chock full of suds
bubbling like none other
yet holding its head
intriguingly unsteadily
after getting caught in a draft
swigged hit-or-miss
lose and absurdist
undisguised like
apocalyptic high jinks
so to speak
while tweaking
hops and barley
simultaneously sipping
brimming margaritas
rock salt on rims
spying stiff celery sticks
poking out of potent
glasses of Bloody Mary's
pouring over over shaken
Mimosas as makeovers
going going gone
removed from the roster
flipped over into the rather-soggy
after playing multiple
buttered-up roles old chum...
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