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LA MAMIG by Silva Zanoyan Merjanian On a doorstep sits a aging glance drummed with two stretched shopping bags Cat licked stringed morsels, forgotten regrets Her gaze barely ever rises above the knees of passers by never stretching, pretending, striving wading through decaying mud baths of laughter from hurried lives sometimes her eyes do meet their stares past innocent chirping children, leashed parents who bare venom doused contempt, no pocket change we should sit as one and make of it a day, you and I tell me of children you bore, perhaps were forced to gave away I will listen on your doorstep, simmered, reduced not to conceal nature's naked spools Tell me songs of lovers you outwore let there be magic in a communion but tell me first, were there husbands or just the lust of drunken men tell me again did love lead you past abstraction tell me what to look for in signé shopping bags fluttering by, past centuries and hooves catching chic frills draped in Parisian sky Silva Zanoyan Merjanian -- Silva Zanoyan Merjanian is a 1980 graduate of Haigazian College in Beirut Lebanon and lives in Orange County, CA. She has raised two sons and has begun writing poetry only recently.