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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
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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.