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Poetry By Austin Alexis

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Raccoon

You're not my father
anymore. I know why.
You belong to the thing,
the growth, the disease
the way a raccoon
hovers in the clutches
of the aged tree he perches in.

Sad circled-eyed critter
clings to high branches,
afraid of the pit bull
that yelps at his sluggish tail.
So cunning cancer corners
a youngish man
who was once my father
but is now a set of claws
gripping a bark for salvation.

Austin Alexis 2002

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Bio: Austin Alexis lives in New York City and has published in Kansas Quarterly, Pedestal Magazine, Dana Literary Society On-line Journal, Barrow Street, The Writer, Pierian Springs, The Journal and elsewhere. He has been a fellow at the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation of New Mexico and the Millay Colony.