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Sheila Murphy |
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everything oceanable everything oceanable and from here I vent my story you invent what we foundation in our spare flurry of enmity as a reasonable ramped up injustice locksteps forehand shelving socks away while delving into fortices and chaindrawn wheeled wood overtime the cross-stitched admiration spilling onto you the overdosed connectity turned jasmine pearls the white way forward sorted out as in demand curve volatile the slipped sombrero falsehood free-poured with diacritical endorsement thereby singsong uptick seasonal to render how you think and where you work and why all in your spare clouds are unfurnished twice as many sticksketch stemmed overdoses of canary feet spoon out onto lawn vertigo I tell myself the spray hypothesized is never salt enough for me and my hydrangeas thereby coats of pack mule suffering begin to bray themselves to sweet cuffed dimpled sleep beside the one the angular and singular the space-considered sextet with a signature alert to reasons one should curve into adept facetious silence in one's spotted record forehand serve aimed at the populace right when the going has been rumored to be tipped out straight into a person's lone garage filled with old pillow phlox and white mown fluff of sheep who walk and walk and walk and come to quiet in the manner that they fail to move and are observed not moving today the little girl is sick today the little girl is sick today the gendarmes in this city have been plentiful already various concentric circles are emerging not organically our village has been dreamed into a larger place today there are eradications of organic openings and there are ovoid laceups there are white trees there are desert attitudes there are places in this city where one cannot go today there are places to anticipate a gathering although a little girl is staying home today the little girl is sick the desert is an outer flower the desert has thin skin the desert is in front and vast the desert spreads across the desert is an attitude one hears water in green yards one hears water being turned on to flood the various green yards one hears about responsibility there is a little girl at home there is a little girl who has contracted yet another virus there is a little girl who while on antibiotics has contracted yet another thing apart from peers there is a little girl lacking immunity there is a little girl here in the desert today the streets are blocked a certain way today there are intended routes that must be changed today one cannot reach the place intended today the little girl is home with thin immunity today she catches up on sleep and watches the tv today the little girl is sick today the little girl is poised to learn although today the little girl will not recall today is different from her life today the little girl is sick |