anger agent (scorpio sun)

Pulled from dark stars. Armored
luck, hot with breath.

My first planet is a heartbeat; my second
is dimmer and of the dead.

My attachment to the world is a knife floating
above my forehead and it’s how I make my way.

Dramatic taproot! I am my own rider and this knife
points only at my mouth; you couldn’t catch it.

However we originate, no matter the sky,
we are all fierce until we are not:

in dreams I shimmer
and am small.

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Originally published by Luna Luna

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Devan Murphy is the author of the chapbook I’m not
I’m not I’m not a baby (Ethel 2024), a collection
of prose poems and abstract comics about God and
loneliness, and a finalist for the New England
Poetry Club’s 2025 Jean Pedrick Chapbook Prize.
Her writing and illustrations have appeared or are
forthcoming in Electric Literature, Gigantic Sequins,
The Cincinnati Review, the Iowa Review, The Guardian,
Moon City Review, and elsewhere. You can find her
online at devmurphy.club or on Instagram @gytrashh.
She lives in Pittsburgh.