Emily Cotman

I saw Venus at dawn and she had nothing to tell me but

Good morning.
I’m here.
Bit warm today,
thanks for asking.
Had you forgotten
clouds can sparkle?
Sun’s coming.
Light reflected
is not multiplied
but it is enough.
Other worlds exist.
Your tits look great.
I’ll be here all day.
Holler if you need anything.

Emily Cotman (she/they) writes in the margins of the work week and dabbles in reanimating the dead. Her words appear in Lumpen Journal, The Madrigal, Rough Trade Books & elsewhere. They live gratefully on Gayogo̱hó:nǫ' land.

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