Once was a story of following following.
Return is rarely the reverse I value or so I
led you like a zero out the zoo,
toured it twice at once from your regard,
and came to understand.
Roughing it, a captive is another whom
a captive asks, which one of us stays wilder.
We watch them polar in the Bronx
among the shots of me looked at in the eyes—
the check of one tactic—drowsing in the rear
but aware—against another—pacing the periphery.
-- Brian Blanchfield
