sometimes i think resentment is my sexuality
if a fox can be thought of as sexual
and by that i mean resentful

do you see the signals i’m stuck between

they should invent a new fallacy
and call it fox hunt

a lousy symbol set loose into the world too soon

how poorly i’ve reckoned the natural order
inoperative                   intransitive
queasy to the direct action of survival

what do i do with this fox suit
now that i can’t take it off

must i inhabit the literal world of poems
the only death worse than dying
alone with all these cheap stand-ins

my icarian curse was flirting too much with allegory

now all of the meanings i never intended
have risen to defeat me

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