Alexis Rhone Fancher

woman/dance 4 by Alexis Rhone Fancher

          after a photograph by the author, “woman/dance 4”

a woman is dancing on the moon,
a barefoot adagio of lilting beams.
she didn’t know the light was so addictive.
her feet are cooking.
her arms are empty.

she thinks there is someone to feed.

a woman is dancing on a cake plate
in her kitchen
call her angel food. she skirts the frosting’s edge
skates straight to the bone-white middle.

she has a persistent memory.
she has a penchant for truth.
she has a life that is slipping away.

a woman is skating barefoot on her sorrow
her brain awash in the smell of his skin,
her arms shackled to the stars, a
pirouette of unmet promises
regret. if she blames it on herself
she can fix it.

a woman is taking her dead boy’s eyes 
to the moon
she wants to show him the whole earth
before he finally gets some sleep.

a woman is sleepwalking on the moon,
stardust clinging to her heels.
she’s carrying life inside her
a luminescent, big-bellied Madonna.

she once loved a Russian poem
about a pregnant girl, chasing the moon;
but now she’s forgotten who wrote it
and how the poem ends. 
she just keeps chasing the moon.

and the moon, with her big belly, complicit, 
out in the darkness, lighting the way. 

Alexis Rhone Fancher’s seven collections include The Dead Kid Poems, Junkie Wife, Enter Here, and EROTIC: New & Selected. She’s published in Best American Poetry, Plume, Diode, Rattle, and elsewhere. Her photos are published world-wide. Alexis lives and frolics in San  Pedro with husband, FancherFind her at

“when her son is dead 7 years” was previously published in Blotterature and nominated for Best of the Net.


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