Forest Floor Aubade

 

The world is made of insects 
and amphibians searching 
for each other in the dark 


and moon-mad morning. All 
animals wake up hungry or horny. 
Or both. Full out cacophony of legs 


playing on each other like a violin, 
throats like tambourines, a thorax 
that makes all the cicadas jealous. 


Is it the excitement of desire 
or the hope for mere moments
of satisfaction to come that sings 


us all into daylight? The calm knowing 
that eventually we will find each other—
all spindly legs or branch-torn wings.


Kristin Entler

Kristin Entler was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis at 6 months old, and first came out as LGBT+ several years after her diabetes diagnosis at 12 years old. She currently serves as Poetry Editor for NELLE, as Access Coordinator for Open Mouth Literary Center, and lives with her service-dog, Azzie, whose name is short for the Greek God of Medicine. Entler can be found in publications such as The Bitter Southerner, Gulf Stream Literary Magazine, Porter House Review, and BOOTH among others, as well as on twitter @findmycure.

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