Flux Is Us

 

Sheila E. Murphy

 

 

 

 

Numbness perseverates arms and the ban on lifespan.

Prolonged perpetuity redundant as a stare cases the joint.

Anointing frivolity with viral force to smear tossed acrostics

over one shoulder strap at a time. Allow me

to weigh you aloud, Patsy, a tempo with fortified

relatable indulgence. As party favors lollygag us

with a Zoom broom. Sweeping heat rash rues

awake time constant as fur. Who plants the color

on the overcoat of sparse particulars

that fall into the woodlands rarely seen.

One might visit the garden if one could be certain

not to repeat the annual drop and smash

of the newish smart phone endowed with spurts of

alerts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sheila E. Murphy’s work has appeared in Poetry, Hanging Loose, Fortnightly Review, and numerous other journals including ē·rā/tiō.  Her most recent book is Permission to Relax (BlazeVOX Books, 2023).  She received the Gertrude Stein Award for Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003), and was awarded the Hay(na)ku Book Award from Meritage Press (2018).  She resides in Phoenix, Arizona.  Sheila E. Murphy is at Wikipedia

 

 


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