by Suzan Jivan
Open season
unaccompanied
by a darting tongue
but plainly seen
reshaping a niche
into a mass medium
bearing a mystique
independent
of whatever else
is happening
in an unlined
patchwork
of a terse
message
made from
ruffle-edge
animal prints
saying, " no"
to crassness
and the disquieting
"baas" of lambs
whittled down
into arm bands.
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