by Suzán Jiván
for Turtleneck Press
The near death
of the irreplaceable
having escaped
being tabulated
as slaves made
from bottle tops
under the moniker
of folk art
with dry brush markings
of a hermit in a hut
made from the fusty
ink and brush
of the unlucky
secreted away
atop a corrugated plane
like highly attenuated play
in illusory paper booties over shoes...
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