foxes raze make your feet my own, i say. she leads me away from love and into the ragged gauze of grass ungoverned by any blade or human hand. there is a fox, she says. i see no mammal with a pointed muzzle. only the burnished body of an aircraft that becomes a man when it digs its feet into the dirt. i duck and dart beneath sagging power lines. eyes fixed on the strangest bird i've seen in all my years of shadowing what's sure to kill me. tail twitching with anticipation. life is short and often bitter. here is something sweet. 250816 what's it to you? who go blather from