[Matt Q]

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My life among the trash


Once, among the mountains

or at least among such mountains as there were

in the seaside town I had stitched together

from a clustering of chalk hills

and Victorian houses and the amusement arcades

that swathed themselves in the mist that crept in from the sea

I transformed into a fox



at this time I had already taken on

several of the characteristics of a fox

becoming active only when the light began to fade

from the sky that whispered to itself above my burrow

and emerging to forage among the dustbins

of the internet and also this long red tail

that I had cultivated



and by mountains I mean the towering backs

of the houses that obscured the view

of the sky my window might otherwise

have yielded as I peered out

at the peeling roofs of the garages

where foxes sometimes sunned themselves

in the last rays of dusk and the first rays of dawn

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