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Dawn by Imogen Cooper

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.


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