" Even "...

" Even " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Even predators briefly being one-named soul singing
like, "It's an actress thing" in a Scottish cap it just gets
better via gravestone letters and flowers smelling
from buried treasure larger than relative great temptresses

evoking nervousnessteaming against storytelling references
when "freeness" sets records in seventh consecutive sequences
 "ready set tension" presented well directed in sulphur yellow
wooly headed without question yet well worth mentioning

wounds and identity's night terror classical texts
of natural selection as centers of excellence
given increased access to nutty professors
celebrating belated birthdays

it's art that angers like outrage on wall labels
in the same veinof foods you eat today
blood coagulatingwith needed "B" & "K"

becoming reoriented systems of defense
mashed up pellets of deadly pathogens
spreading incrementally getting fatter
rather than fitter brick by brick

failure to commit to declines in longevity
yet coming into question at our own expense
while adapting to ourselves as old threats
developed and underdeveloped
most vexingly as pre-existing treatments
more effective other than other consequences

while standing no chance somehow
psychosomatic hypochondriacs
being taken for granted like catch-alls
for  re-imaged separate branches
for antelope pairs grazing in short grasses
then running really really fast...