by Suzán Jiván
The
near
death
of the ir-
replaceable
having es-
caped
as slaves
made
from bottle-
tops under
the moniker
of folk art
with the dry
brush marks
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 booties over shoes...
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