Sheila Murphy


The drunk who sometimes feigns recovery also feigns empathy with her
The drunk declares the victim's new home to be lacking in something
The victim has grown up to be less of a victim.
The conversation is a smoldering white fire.
The victim wants a new name.
The victim wears her hair much shorter than her shoulder.
The drunk would like the victim's hair to appear soft again.
The drunk professes to love infinitely her victim.
The victim has ceased hearing well.
The victim has appeared to learn to dance.
The drunk insists upon the right to center stage.
The victim forms a new mantra.
The conversation equals two small solos.
The dance will not be everlasting.


© 2002 Electronic Poetry Review