



FALLING
Falling and Listen form part of another thread, one less focused on place, and more on character. Two characters, to be exact, locked in a perpetual comedy of errors: deadman and hare.
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HARE, STEALING BELOW
Turning her back to the light
hare sits in the dark and waits
inhaling dry earth.
One month elapses, then another.
Hare’s thoughts compress
thicken, adjusting to depth.
The memory of air still lingering
in her nose, in her mouth, her
eyes become opaque. A clod of dirt
with only her hands to see by
hare steals the long way down.
Swimming through coiled and
folded rock, hare slips far beneath
the teeming skin of the hill
her eyes swallowing darkness
hands lighting the way.