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.