Fox Fish
At the bottom of the ocean, Vixie the Fox dreams of pages that drift like jellyfish and poetry written in the hush between currents. Some questions can only be answered underwater.
I Am the Common Denominator (and Also Possibly the Problem)
I tried meditating,
but ended up yelling at a fern
because it reminded me of someone
who ghosted me in 2019.
Carl says I need perspective.
I say I need a refund
for all this character development
I didn’t ask for.
Twenty-Seven and Still Becoming
I told myself I feel older in the wise, whimsical way—
like a tree that’s finally okay with having moss in weird places.
But truthfully,
I feel a little haunted by the silence
where love still hasn’t shown up
holding flowers and bad decisions.
Will I Die Wearing This Hat?
by Vixie the Fox, Philosopher of the Slightly Unhinged Afterlife I thought about death today.As one doeswhen one…
No, I’m Not Lonely, I Just Enjoy Screaming Into Empty Teacups
by Vixie the Fox, single by circumstance, sass by design They’re all gone now.Off to build lives made…
Ode to My Tail (A Poem of Unjustified Confidence and Mild Static Cling)
by Vixie the Fox, tail enthusiast, unlicensed sage Behold—my tail:a floofed flag of minor glory,a poetic punctuation mark…
I Loved You Like a Failed Metaphor
I brought you acorns—
(which is how foxes flirt, shut up Carl),
and you brought me silence
folded into origami swans
that bit.