by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Quietly swept
by little self-vetting
ending in a shortened tenure
like tiny blips in longtime records
pre-judging ourselves
after making a dogged defense
determined as a thing of the past
from all the fans of rock-n-roll bands
that became dungeon masters
setting the scene using maps
flowery language and silly accents
with wings and magic
as well as a sense of gathering
all along a cliffhanger
upon dropping in on strangers
with a strict pre-occupation
for self-determination
hoping to be a fresh face
after receiving a strong loving embrace...
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