introspection
by Zoë Davis
what better way to fold than into yourself? chest over belly over little sausage toes
becoming a ball of all the previous things that are too often overlooked
it makes me wonder, as there is a saying where I come from
I don’t know how to translate, but it goes something like
believe the dog before the letterbox. I think
it is supposed to be about trusting
your gut but looking at it
this close I wouldn’t
trust a word
it growls
About the Author
Zoë Davis is a writer from Sheffield, England. She's a stubborn FND sufferer and fights what her body says she can't do by playing wheelchair rugby league. She writes poetry and prose, and especially enjoys exploring the interaction between the fantastical and the mundane, with a deeply personal edge to her work. You can find her words in publications such as: Ink Sweat & Tears, Strix, Roi Fainéant, and Red Ogre Review. You can also follow her on X – @MeanerHarker where she's always happy to have a virtual coffee and a chat.
