Fox King by Bogdan Dragos

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the fox didn’t like to

be petted,

didn’t agree to her

touch

it thrust its head back

and bared its

fangs

and constantly licked at them

as if sharpening daggers

in preparation for a

counterattack

“Oh, you’re difficult to love,”

she told the

fox. “But that’s why

I desire you more, King.

With your

crimson eyes

you look

upon me, a lowly human,

and bellow that you

want not

my love

but my respect. Yet I ask of you,

what respect is there

without love?

I wish to fall asleep with

your paw in

my mouth, with your tail

between my legs

and those precious fangs

dung deep into my breast.

I desire you, King, like

any maiden desires

the lover who will make

her a woman.

Oh, give me your love

and I will give you

everything!”

The fox tucked its tail

between the hind

legs and

stooped its head low

like any

scolded dog

Its tongue wiped constantly

at its snout

nightfall

strengthened the chill

of the snowy field

and weakened the

efforts of the

rescue team

Perhaps this time

they won’t

find her

Perhaps it was her last

and final escape

She wore only a gray

bathrobe

and her gums and nostrils

and fingertips

started bleeding

from the stabbing cold

but she

was happy,

for her dear King was now

considering

whether to love

her back or not

Opening her bathrobe

and revealing her

frozen

nakedness

she crawled on her knees

closer

and embraced the fox

slowly

the starry sky

watching them from

above

held no account of humans who

died of happiness

but

knew that she was

one of them

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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