i pray for eyes like foxes
to keep me swift
and ever cunning
to see through false light
and shifting danger
and keep me to the path.
Brave and unflinching, Like Blood on a Dog’s Teeth comes gracious and asking; Nivik has loved and they’ve lived, and it’s time to take stock. From youth to adulthood, from lost pup to collared, these poems reflect on the bright lights and rough loves, the selfhood of aging and all that it costs. Stark and unforgiving, Nivik’s attentive articulation is the mirror we can’t duck. Who’s firm hold is there when you’re scared in the evening? Who will you be when the party is over? Who’s heeling who stepping into the dawn?
i pray for eyes like foxes
to keep me swift
and ever cunning
to see through false light
and shifting danger
and keep me to the path.
Brave and unflinching, Like Blood on a Dog’s Teeth comes gracious and asking; Nivik has loved and they’ve lived, and it’s time to take stock. From youth to adulthood, from lost pup to collared, these poems reflect on the bright lights and rough loves, the selfhood of aging and all that it costs. Stark and unforgiving, Nivik’s attentive articulation is the mirror we can’t duck. Who’s firm hold is there when you’re scared in the evening? Who will you be when the party is over? Who’s heeling who stepping into the dawn?
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