murmur in the inventory

Erica Lewis's 'murmur in the inventory' diagrams "a dislocated cloud." It immerses the reader in residues, resonances, and echoes. A roving, dispersed consciousness haunts relational spaces. The pronouns infuse and inhabit one another: "i'm counting on your lips." A sound-map of changing bodies, it holds true in your mouth. (Eric Baus)