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Michelle Murphy
Make a list of all your excesses then consider which side of the glass you drink from. The obvious is without translation. I use whatever is in reach to lean on.
Without syllables she enters the day muttering. Nothing like nothing redolent with promise but a same wound striking over and against the practice of her weight.
There is more to an alphabet than meets the mirror. What appears to be a letter. Sticks in her throat. Who looks out their window watches roots grow dark? Who takes the first rejection and all morning breathes it out & in. Ripping up rugs and punching the dust until it flies.
Michelle Murphy lives in San Francisco and has published in a number of small press magazines over the last several years. She is the mother of two children. |