Staccato takes you all the way to bed
I heard
the tone above the tone
amounting to bow on string
‘s rich ping apres.

So closure wears the dust
weaned from a numbing harvest
chapter, verse, disbursed.
Unless you can pronounce
sadness with flaws,
you’ve never felt a thing.

The fling that takes place
in the car is every bit as tender
as big featherbed restraint,
free morning full of curtains sheer
and tea cakes.

Thus the gerrymandered heart
repeats itself into found language
everybody feels is quotable
and floats a thread above
the white, white sea
where philosophy ceases to hurt me.

Sheila E. Murphy is an American poet who has been writing and publishing actively since 1978. Murphy is the recipient of the Gertrude Stein Award for her book Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Her most recent book is Golden Milk (Luna Bisonte Prods, 2020). Reporting Live from You Know Where won the Hay(na)Ku Poetry Book Prize Competition from Meritage Press (USA) and xPress(ed) (Finland). Also in 2018, Broken Sleep Books brought out the book As If to Tempt the Diatonic Marvel from the Ivory.

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