“Just one second. I’m trying to decide if I’m going to look for fox pajamas or listen to you.” ~ Sarah
Look for the fox pajamas.
They will be with you
Long after I’m gone.
Don’t listen to me.
I’m not who I am.
I’m what breathes when you read me,
The breath of a predator
Who’s just fed, of prey
Who’s just been eaten.
The fox wears no pajamas.
He talks to himself.
He dreams of chickens.
You will find his tail hanging
From a fence as a warning.
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