by Suzán Jiván
for Ishamarr Saint Swain
Who's afraid
of foot tapping
as a fabulist
while finding
both gender
and time
stymieing
like a twilight
night's sleep
deepening
into a dis-
appearing
evening
after
hovering
uneasily
then
building
quickly
into
an
orgiastic
blast...
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