Fox, Francis A.

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full name francis aspen fox age 20 home town current city london, england education bachelor of arts in classics occupation poet ________________________________________ -- Legend has it that Florence and I came out clinging to each other, fighting for dominance and breath and that we nearly ripped our mother in half. I would doubt this if our relationship still wasn't this way, I hurt the mother that she desperately tries to appease. There are early mornings when we're already at each other's necks, ready to wring the life out of one another. I'm sure I've bruised her now and again, grabbing her by the arm to stop her dramatics. When we were toddlers I used to hit her over the head with things to get her to stop crying, and she is the most infuriating person I have ever met in my entire life. I like to consider myself estranged from the rest of my family, but I will never understand their habits, their hatred for concrete and anything machine made. I don't mind barbarians, as long as they eat their steak raw and shower once a day. Unfortunately, my family doesn't fall into the category of acceptable hippies. They're just dirty. -- Florence, however odd it might be that we are the ones to get along, has never been the brightest. She is smart in her own ways, cutting with words and the knack for guilt tripping me. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and all the girl friends I've ever had are vague versions of her. However, none of them inspire like the original. Perhaps that comes off strange but I promise I mean nothing by it. How unfair is it that the only person that inspires my poetry is the one that was born with in minutes of me? I love Florence. If she is my sister, then so be it. -- Now, there are moments in my life that I think of as the dark days. These are the days that my narcissism rages through my blood like an extremely tailored heroin. I knew he liked me from the moment we were locked in that room together, destined to spend the next six months of university sleeping three feet away. He liked to watch me change and I liked to watch him watch. I was never particularly into him, and he accused me more than once of being a pillow princess, though I think that's what he liked about our encounters. I might have kissed a man before, but I've never sucked a dick. Though I wouldn't recommend asking if he ever sucked me, because I'd rather not have to lie. Much like my appreciation of Florence and her obvious beauty, I don't claim that this is healthy. But I can't help that I like people who like me. -- Much like many of my exploits, this did not last. He grew bored of never being subject of my attention and I began to bring girls back. The last few months of our freshmen year he slept out in the common room after a particularly nasty argument about my exhibitionism. Most girls don't mind if someone else is in the room, I don't quite understand what his problem was. Perhaps he mistook my intentions, but he should have known that I was never going to go for a man, or for someone like him. you were a no-show, down the jiving disco, my momma's at home getting pissed on vino when the kids buy draws but they're smoking bisto, my flow goes straight but it ends illegal and the regal sons get the purest bugel and the bullies only pick on the young and feeble, now hey yo let's go mucho boozing sometimes you wonder what am i doing? ________________________________________ your name holly play-by joey k your most recent work never