“When you are still asleep” / Erin Jamieson

I sit at my window, letting fog
drape over my eyelids
like a lazy, stretching cat

I am careful
not to open my eyes
not to break this moment

of transformation
(even if it is only in my mind)

my skin, new,
unblemished by yesterday’s
and tomorrow’s

Not beautiful,
but raw in this light
natural pores & birthmarks

No scars.
Not yet.

Because these moments
belong to the rising run
to the silent homes
and lonely dogs, howling
at an absence that can’t be named

All of us not yet searching
for the beauty we left behind

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Erin Jamieson received an MFA in Creative Writing from Miami University of Ohio. Her writing has been published or is forthcoming in After the Pause, Into the Void, Flash Frontier, Mount Analogue, Blue River, The Airgonaut, Evansville Review, Canary, Shelia-Na-Gig, and Foliate Oak Literary, among others.