By Audre Lord
We flame the river
to keep the boat paths open
your eyes eat my shadow
at the light line
touchless
completing each other’s need
to yearn
to settle into hunger
faceless
a waning moon.
Plucking desire
from my palms
like the firehairs of a cactus
I know this appetite
the greed of a poet
or an empty woman
trying to touch
what matters.
SHANNON FOX
Shannon is a multi-genre writer of stories spanning past, present, and future. Her work has appeared in DreamForge Anvil, Air & Nothingness Press, and Third Flatiron, among others. She has a B.A. in Literature-Writing from UC-San Diego. When not writing, she spends her time dancing with horses which she’s found is significantly easier to do with four feet instead of two. She lives in San Diego, CA, with her husband and three cats – one of whom may or may not be a demon in disguise.
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