FOXY LADY
FOXY LADY
A grown woman just asked if she might
touch the faux fox stole eyes and all
around my neck She begins by petting
it’s nose then her hand wanders to my
cheek which she strokes as though she
cannot tell the difference between fox and me
I wonder if she is lonely or just looking
for a redheaded Poet to keep her warm at night
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Fall 2012
songanddancegirl 
That was not a woman groan.
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