“grandpa”

by Jennifer Fox

I learned to dance tip-toed 

on the ends of your feet as

you twirled me around

the living room at 

six-years-old, no music

at all. Listen close and you

can hear it, and I’d press my ear

to your round belly, searching for

the drum of your heart.  How was

I to know it’d be my favorite 

song? I stand tip-toed again,

ear to the sky, listening 

for you. 

Jennifer Fox is a western New York native with an MFA from Lindenwood University. She is Editor-in-Chief at EVOKE and a staff reader at Bandit Fiction. Her work has appeared in The Metaworker, Across the Margin, The Daily Drunk Mag, The Write Launch, Sledgehammer Lit, Ghost Parachute, and more.