The big, scary thing behind you
loves the back of your head.
Loves
where you have no eyes
Loves
to dart sideways
when you whirl to find it
quick - imagining its step;
imagining its stealthy glide -
but you will never find it,
because it's not there
anymore
It has gone behind.
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