by your third person silence I am not the least erased

1.
  quell effervescence
  on your mark about to
  shiver into dis-
  appearance

2.
  fuel a-
  amounts to
  broth not
  supped

3.
  I ave-
  rage three
  somethings
  each day

4.
  with-
  out your second
  self per-
  sonae
  riff on
  rafters

5.
  count things
  to equip
  the mind for
  acres of
  untouch

6.
  substituting
  pages of
  parlance
  for dealing
  in the lockdown

7.
  first things
  shatter
  voiced things
  breathe
  walking to-
  ward away
  detritus of
  the season

8.
  milk bait
  chorus
  tingles
  waitlist
  for continued
  longing

9.
  I resist these
  sentenced shadows
  only once

10.
  recall each
  leaf a-
  spin down
  near the textured
  walls

by Sheila Murphy

published by EOAGH: A Journal of the Arts