murmur in the inventory

Poetry. "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