fox
still in headlight
sweep
eyes, face
to me
I tell the story about Vali Myers
Witch of
Positana
the girl from
Melbourne
who danced
and drew,
traced a fox
tattoo
on her face
her totem
think of
the church woman’s stole
mouth
biting tail
soft corpse
on her shoulders
I stroked it
she kneeling
in the pew in front
foxy
watching me
Amazing
Grace
he says in the
dark
hear that?
all the world
asleep
we listen
to the fox
weep
weep
I love this poem
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful Sarah. You've especially expressed everything I feel about those fox stoles that I could never find words/a poem for.
ReplyDeleteSo wonderful to hear the name of Vali Myers and then the warm coat of the fox it moves beautifully.
ReplyDeletewow!
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