Time-god, since when  
did you make me 
a rabbit: my sclera 
red as infection, 
continually Christmas 
  
between my lids: more scared 
of you than ever 
the Father: your indefatigable 
breath against flesh on the back 
of my neck: deathless 
  
subway creep: the instant 
you seem to stand 
fast is just the white 
flash at a cut 
before blood-gush