Poetry
I’m Here to Forecast Exhumation
Semblances do crazy better than you. I’m here to forecast exhumation. Don’t blink.
Sit still for Gwynevere who lores you in her steeply unimaginable sleep. And lures
the crops to harvest. With sheep to watch, some derivations you can’t suppress
despite your eyelash fetish left on like an overnight light impenetrable as weeds.
Gorgeous yourself against your will. I’ll be the pill you usually accuse of damaging
your augur on a freehand template made for gods.
Sheila E. Murphy
Sheila E. Murphy appeared in Verse Daily, Fortnightly Review, Poetry, Hanging Loose, and others. Most recent book: Escritoire (Lavender Ink, 2025). Won the Gertrude Stein Poetry Award for Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Won the Hay(ha)ku Book Prize for Reporting Live From You Know Where (Meritage Press, 2018). She lives in Phoenix, Arizona. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheila_Murphy.