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)
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
