i keep you in a rabbit pelt
small warmth, handful of heart
as you were

meadows pass through rain-
the days of ungrowth- and never
blossom again in spring
there was a smell about
the grass, whispering
softly of sun
and it was always cinder

people are all fox-faced, here


- but what would you know of red, unlit spark in the night, you stand
unwrapped, unearthed, yet settled
breathing your first air
with lungs too big to whisper, now too tall for flight
and you will settle
into teeth and fight, soon enough, far from the summer
sun that kissed you
-r discarded skin


i keep your fur. i keep you there, always the rabbit, all wrapped in memory, wide-eyed, bright.
i keep my hands forever free of bite and love the dust.