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AhmaRequiem a’Twang

Predictably, she’d been 

multi-tasking. All pastiche,
checkin’ out some Nope,

smokin’ down with dope’s Pope. & every

thing else.  Caught Puccini at the Met,
maybe twice, let’s just say. Took in
some Queen while makin’ some snappy
sandwiches, a family picnic, al dente, sprung from Mercury’s

range, all the while, with a wand swimmin’ in
spangle and a finger curled all cumm’ere;

she brought us one by one out of the hiding corners
and the shadows’ bilges….and then, double double, she

festooned it all with an UNtoiled unpredictability that, eyes now
opened so, swam upstream, another mystery’s brainwashed misery gone awhile.