Two poems by Pey Oh
The Fox Fairy Appearances are deceiving. How do you know I’m not one of those women, with secrets. You know the kind – ones who take husbands – then slip out at night to run in the fields; dew wet and odorous after the passion, to hunt for mice. How do you know I don’t relish the crunch of small bones, the death snap, … Continue reading Two poems by Pey Oh