by Suzán Jiván
for Stanislaus
Dubowski
Nestled
in seclusion
in the newly-
narrowed gloom
of a moving
showroom
bold, but
impossibly
foolhardy
without
a non-stop
partner
feeling
somewhat
squeezed
somewhere
between
the oddly cheap
and demeaning
motif of the dingy
with illusionist slits
through which hints
of postmodernist
promise slip...
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