Becoming Country Chic Poems by Brittany Fox

Art by Adriana Maxwell

“Highway”

On the Highway
Down I go the low way
The sunrise flickers through the trees
I drive on back up and can’t see the sun
But I see the sky brightening
Between the lines
on the narrow path I drive
Through highs and lows
There is light for me to seek

“Cooperhead”

Where you lay is a highway to
the grave, leading down to the
rocky chambers of death

Viper that strikes fear in beast
and man alike.

Precious, lethal creature
that coils and crawls

Strike your copperhead
at the heel that pleases you

Muscles undulate and body
contorts as venom injects
and embeds in another

Release and let them fall, let
them try to get away. No matter,
you, snake, are already gone.