Tell no one where you’ve buried the map of your feet. Maintain your invisible stealth. On streets where people move in pairs, keep your
A pair of foxes, disrupting the snow, Were trampling the edge of the nuptial den; At dusk, their hard love reveals to surrounding brush
It took a while to get used to the way they bundle things, the French, the brown
paper, string-ties, flashy bags with handles. It took