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ОглавлениеEVERYTHING SMALL
Look, ok, the story—
first, a fox
is on fire, but not
dying, no, in a god-
like way, and flying
a bit, you know,
in the yard
above the grass
in a figure eight
loosely,
and grinning
so maybe you look
at the fox and think,
He’s a fool!
except that you’re
distracted by
all the fire,
how you feel heat
from him from
inside the house
where you’ve been
all along,
haven’t you?
But to continue—
second, a rabbit,
small enough
to hide beneath
a weed,
one leaf of a weed,
which is sad,
yes, pity the body
before it’s grown
fully, or
the body that
can’t complete
itself how it might,
not that
everything small
is paltry, just
worry about
the rabbit for me
who’s in the yard
right now
under that fiery fox
that came
out of nowhere.
Shit, you left
the house
with a treat in your
hand as if you
understand foxes,
fox-gods, any
wild animal
in forms magical,
impossible.
Throw it away from
the rabbit, go to
the rabbit—
is that the plan,
the rescue that
paints you
hero, savior?
Well, the fox comes
right up and
bites your hand off.
How’s that, you
wonder, you
handless fiend?
The rabbit’s gone.
And the fox,
sated or feeling
bad about what
he’s done,
is off, down the hill,
flame going out,
feet touching
ground again,
slipping into
the gallop of every
four-legged animal
that comes
to about the knee,
his soft ears
turning
at the sound of
your voice
screaming
but starting to cry.
Every animal
nearby, you imagine,
is turning to listen
to you now.