Sheila Murphy

She Removed Him From Her Roster

It was a short scene.
She erased intensively without being watched.
The page on which the rubbing happened,
Started to disintegrate.
The mint condition of the pure page lacking thought
Progressively disappeared.
All new thought occurred through other senses.
The little envelope surrounding how she would perceive
Proceeded to accept the feat of hypothetical undress.
Mood might be translated into something
Functional, something to blame.
She took her hand and felt the day
Be there already,
With or without him.



© 2002 Electronic Poetry Review