the fox and me

Float awayWalk along the desolate Dublin streetFollowStep in beat, the mashing of the mossy dew beneath my feet

Rounding over old and chiseled cornersDisappearing, motion manic meanAnd when I come around—nɒt to be seen

Alight the steps atop the stoopand look downI come around, gaze like soundThe street lights, orange electric elementnighttime searing all aroundMe, the silent phantom, spook itself

Place your hand atop your eyes and speakSave yourself from fear's releaseSavor the phenomena of merely me,The me that neither you nor I can seeThat me still haunting me in dreams

In nighttime reverie, I’ll come aroundand you, staring backShield your eyes—I draw nearGliding soft and queerTo maybe not evoke your screamsAnd when I come around, eventually you'll see

’til then,The muffled hissing of a jacket’s creaksThe smudged expression of a damp streetThe foggy window where the wipers skipthe beat, andThe fox and me