VIXENS

two vixens: sleek and curled spitting at the unfair world talking before screaming screaming before laughing before the clever vixens do their slow and vixen dancing

inside bright and outside dim with others crowding to get in teeth around the corner and eyes surround dark glossy spit hangs from the mouths that in the silence bark

wet fur smells of dank perfume the recent fall from autumns womb damp leaves make no sound

Flora Leask