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Solenopsis Invicta

Published April 18, 2014 by April Fox

I got bitten by a fire ant last weekend, for the first time in forever, and it reminded me of this tiny little thing I wrote nearly three years ago. It makes sense to me, anyway.

We lay tangled
each breath a taste of
like a wish
and in the cold we built forever
out of smoke and flame
and ash- there are things that we won’t know
until it’s over
and in the end
we may lie tangled
like a wish.

November Nine 202 AM

Published November 10, 2012 by April Fox

“I think I’m getting better,” I said.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“My head,” I said.

“Oh,” he said, “Yes.”

And I believed him, because that’s what I do

these days.


I still need him to keep the light off


I breathe better in the dark

and sometimes every word

is forced out

through a haze of self-defeat


When I lit my hands on fire

the smoke was sage

in the lounge of some

poncho-clad hippie


I tore my voice apart.


“I think I’m getting better,” I said.

“Yes,” he said

and turned out the light.





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