Love Poem: Fox
Paige QuiñonesPoetry / Number 94
The dogs sing in the wood
and I marvel at their song.
O caved-in burrow, O stench:
marriage of my betrayal.
To dress myself in woman
would be a finer sport;
a rich man would offer a gloved palm
toward the furl of my unnatural grin.
Here, I damn the mocking trees,
the man on his horse, his gloves.
Love, that you might be the silver
of a stream, the dark of a lake:
my refuge in the hunt. Or,
you might be one to drown me.
Paige Quiñones is a PhD candidate in poetry at the University of Houston, where she is the Managing Editor at Gulf Coast. She received her MFA from the Ohio State University. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Barrow Street Review, Copper Nickel, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Muzzle Magazine, Quarterly West, and elsewhere.Image by Justin Chavanelle