Murmur

 

Julia Luna

 

 

 

 

wasp in a crab shell

 

 

          hysterical

     single foot swinging   rocks turn

         black  to the water  bend    before fish

              hook memories

           unsubmissive     repeated

                       distortion

                          slips

                            wet

 

    he’d step over it

 

 

                       unsilent I held

            scraps

           between     my eyes

                  sharp

                  gray

                  burden

                    bringing the thud late

 

 

       you’re the small rubber end of this crutch

 

 

               sick   shuttled    ear

                  popping   out    the

                         white noise   the

                                  sediment

                                   washed up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Julia Luna is a professor and current candidate for a Poetry MFA at Brooklyn College. Their poetry and research has been published in Quarto Magazine, The Believer, and elsewhere. 

 

 


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