It felt like a nakedness to see you
in the corner shop, wearing those shorts
I had sometimes put on accidentally
in the mornings. That early, my words
were still slurred with sleep and ourlegs
had been soofteninterchangeable. Wakeup,
I’d say, finding a new kind of courage
in your pockets; the sloped hem
of the thigh. Given half a chance
it might still be night. Thebirds stirred
and the pink sky offered a pale bead
of thesunorthemoon. Wakeup,
I’d say, shaking your arm. You’vegot toseethis.
Imogen Cooper has recently finished an MA in Creative Writing at the University of Birmingham. Her work can be found in 14 Magazine, Ink Sweat & Tears, and The Broken Spine.