I needed fox Badly I needed a vixen for the long time none had come near me.
– A. Rich, ‘Fox’ (1998)
I AM fox. I come from Silence. My triangulated face has ripened in the dark fields of the Republic. My burnt-yellow eyes have prayed for Midnight Salvage. My lacerated skin has dreamt of a Common Language.
I AM vixen. I hunt alone. I sharpen my teeth on Lies. I bleed in Secrets. I only breed My Kind.