Moments At a Time
A poem by Mary Sexson

Moments At a Time

I only long to sit gently
on my haunches,

comfortable, as if it were nothing,
as if I were only twenty

everything still in front of me,
out of sight but I could smell it,

feel the pulsing of its energy.
I only long to love this body

as I never have,
to stand back and admire

how it has carried me here
all in one piece,

not broken yet, only regretful
of how small I made myself

to be invisible
for moments at a time.

About the Author:

Mary Sexson is an award-winning poet with two full-length books and 2 collaborative chapbooks.  Her most recent book is Her Addiction An Empty Place at the Table, (Finishing Line Press June 2023).  Her work has appeared in The Flying Island Journal, The Indianapolis Review, Of Rust and Glass, and Anti-Heroin Chic, among others. A trilogy of her poems is archived in the INverse collection of Hoosier Poets. 

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