Red Bird At Dawn
I was born with two images of
myself: walking over water and
flapping my arms up and down as
if they were wings / not defending
myself or leading people on to
think I am anything less than a
survivor let loose in the wind / cut
free from a woman’s body
singing a song to and for myself—
as a way of taking good care.
Suppose the body speaks
languages of birth and death /
a multiplicity of myths.
Jocelyn Ulevicus is an artist and writer with work forthcoming or published in magazines such as the Free State Review, The Petigru Review, Blue Mesa Review, and Humana Obscura. She resides in Amsterdam and is currently working on her first book of poems. To see her artwork and her cute cat, Pilar, visit her on Instagram @beautystills.