hare!: her 
haunch & hind

-leg peeled: pink
-grey muscle-strands 
glisten. Her tide

-tugger gaze is
lidded. I lift

her stiffness by her 
hand
le of paw. Her 

lids click 
open. Her trick

ling silver squeal splits
the crater 
of my ear. I hold

her poor handle, hold
tight. She vib
rates, flicks
through a thou
sand                              cont
          orted                                  post

ures. Like

some metaph
ysical power-tool
lathing air. She prunes

the wood of her 
wisdom. The spark

of her blink black
ens the cream
y white of my 
brain. Shocked

I drop
her. She spring
-lollops along

dark ground, her
wounded thrust
-leg burning. My 

gaze goes red
then black 
at my tips 

of thoughts. A fox

of  tongue
tastes blood's 
sounds.