Anne Fox

boys pulling the wings off of me

— Anne Fox

weathered

headstone

the birth year

my own

— Anne Fox

Anne Fox

in his mouth my mother’s tongue

— Anne Fox

tourist trap

we bag three fresh ones

for breakfast

— Anne Fox

Anne Fox

squirrels shred a nest
in my intestines...
burst appendix

— Anne Fox

dexa scan--

vultures scatter the skeleton

of a road-kill deer

— Anne Fox

Anne Fox

beaver moon
dislodging the grip
of his teeth

— Anne Fox

Anne Fox

an eye for an eye we switch again

— Anne Fox

Anne Fox

power saw
the softness of her hand
against the metal

— Anne Fox

Anne Fox

gothic tale
a spider on the page
dots the eye

— Anne Fox

Anne Fox

cold ash
where the fire was
just bones

— Anne Fox

Anne Fox

digital footprint...
in the basement
flesh and blood

— Anne Fox