Aubade with Strawberries and Sugar Light had not yet spilled over the horizon when we stirred and reached for each other— still more than half asleep. The marrow of our bones alchemized with ardor. We dissolved like sugar does. Later, we would laugh. Each of us insisted the other was the instigator. Each of us demurred, denying it. Later, I would laugh quietly to my secret, ripened self as I hulled strawberries, as I stirred a heaping spoon of brown sugar into my oatmeal. You returned to dream of bees— coated in powdered sugar and pollinating the world.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Ray Ball is the author of Tithe of Salt (Louisiana Literature, 2019) and Lararium (Variant Lit, 2020). Her poems and fiction have appeared in numerous journals, including descant, Glass, Orange Blossom Review, and X-R-A-Y. Ray has received nominations forthe Pushcart and has been a Best of the Net finalist. She is an editor at Coffin Bell and at Juke Joint. You can find her on Twitter @ProfessorBall.