Fox confessor

New favorite lyric: What purpose in these deeds? Oh fox confessor, please...

Foxes, briars, fur, myth

I love these lines: “And the truth of briars she had to have run through.” The “sharp truth distressing surfaces of fur” reminds me of another poem of Rich’s, “Late Ghazal,” where she writes, “In the thickets of abstraction my skin ran with blood.”