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I’m writing a story about foxes for you

I’m writing a story about

foxes for you

and the baby

I mean for children

it’s harsh

I saw the sky darken and blamed

Comet Ison

the sun is turning me over

the sun is turning over

a new leaf

there’s a man in New York

moving too much

apologising for accents

there’s a man on the radio

his voice being eaten

by static

saying Pluto isn’t Pluto

I mean Venus isn’t Venus

this is all on our horizon

in the west

I made the fox lose his tail

I made the baby some macaroni

and porridge

they look similar

when I asked you if you’d read

my fox story

you said yes

but I know you’re lying

because you don’t believe in foxes

do you

that night in Glasgow

I showed you a fox

but you only saw Venus

thought it was a star

it’s an easy mistake


About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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