The blindfold is placed over my eyes,

and there is no darkness.

                 it is just  a jungle instead.

Complete with jaguars, and tigers, and empty shoeboxes

looking down  at  me from the treetops,

as if I weren’t the  prey

As if it was I who  was hunting them//  as if  it was I who  was haunting them

                    I move slowly,  about the trees,

looking down at empty shoeboxes  like fallen apples,

and the jaguars and the tigers were still there,  too.

I am no apex,

I am only among the trees and the  empty shoeboxes,

that look a lot like fallen apples.