daddy gone
stepped up out of the weeds
holding a rabbit by its ears
we called him daddy gone on account
his daddy gone and never come back
he said watch this
and pinched the limp rabbit’s fur
tearing it clean
and the pink flesh fell out all in one piece
we asked how he come to learn that
daddy gone flashed his pocketknife
and set to cleaning the carcass right there
saying some nights i’m an owl
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Timothy Fox is originally from Texas. He received a Houston Press Theatre Award for his play ‘The Whale; or, Moby-Dick’ and a Vault Festival Spirit Award for his play ‘The Witch’s Mark’. His writing has appeared in, among others, Westchester Review, Rubbertop Review, Gordon Square Review, Passengers Journal and is forthcoming in Inkwell Journal and New Writing Scotland. He lives in London. www.timothy-fox.com