by Suzán Jiván
Beyond wherever
she may have started
in a nonet
with a more-or-less
jazz sense
without question
as a synthesis of selves
each of whom
gets a hand or two
through the cumulative
unblocking ace-queen of hearts
while ruffing a club
and going down one
as declarers drew trumps
by leading in the dummy
covered with red rust...
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