You Could Say

 

You could say this makes no sense in the way that nonsense is the opposite of sense or at least its lover on those occasions in which the night is too dark to look for more than comfort or a chance to forget. You could say almost anything and it would make sense to someone because sense is the other half of the moon or the dream lost in sunlight that drops to the bottom of the ocean like one long golden filament. You could say anything is something–how could it be otherwise?–and I would believe you because I have before, and you are always wrong, which is never exactly the opposite of right, but more like the sound of harmless nymphs at play on the rocks in low tides.

 

Christina Murphy’s poetry is an exploration of consciousness as subjective experience, and her most recent work appears in PANK, La Fovea, StepAway Magazine, Pear Noir! and Humanimalz Literary Journal. The poets she most admires are Jorie Graham, John Ashbery, and Jane Hirshfield for their undaunted (and impeccable) sense of the interrelationship of language, imagery, and consciousness. Her work has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and for the 2012 Best of the Net Anthology.

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