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September 7, 2022 Poetry


Sarah Kersey

Aubade photo

In the low light of dawn, I master—
I conquered
my body and led it

as a slave.
I deprived
myself of sleep.

I exposed myself to the night.

At dawn, the breeze
snuck in and kissed
my lips,
quick, earnest, longing for

As the sun emerged,
the woods darkened like pubic bone.

I master—no, I
soaked my underwear
into a marshy under

brush. I stroke
the bristles. Pick up
the color from my palette.

I believe
the color of my body
at dawn.

My nerve bundle
is not a burden now,
but a bell

I ring. I rise.
Lead my body
to work.


image: Tyler McAndrew