THE BLACK FOX BY BRITTANY ACKERMAN
We’ve been living in a hotel for almost two months. It’s August and hot as hell out here in Florida, a kind of hot we’ve never known.
Read MorePosted by admin | April 20, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
We’ve been living in a hotel for almost two months. It’s August and hot as hell out here in Florida, a kind of hot we’ve never known.
Read MorePlease! I am not responsible – all this beauty! I never presumed
to be your mother, your father, certainly not your savior.
Between now and now
is the waiting of the
clock’s second tick
When a child starves in a mother’s arms
the whole world feels sick
even if we don’t want to talk about it
vultures perched
on winter’s skeleton-bare sycamores,
beaks nuzzled under brazen feathers
as they digest their scavenge