Fox Fur

this whore dances in
a coat of fox fur
stiffly
greyly
this whore dances for me

this whore, stupidly
denies, but I smell it
on the coat, the dead fur
I know

I know, whore. I know.
your mouth
your tongue
your teeth could
squeeze wrench-wise your words
you mute

blindly you could walk
across my tightrope (assigned to me)
you whore
you fuck

you