Light Study on Margins

Every time Harold crawls past me
it does so with a certain trepidation
I know I'm fascinating
spare me the surprise
would you
Harold?
Every time our eyes meet—
my eyes accidentally swallowing
yours
you suddenly become larger
so large I'm forced to sit still
and see
you for what you truly are
we both need to talk
about this Harold
don't we? 
I wonder what you do
in my absence
I also wonder if you know you could do
something:
Crawl around the rack
Kiss the soles of motionless shoes
Climb up the table
Poke the ash heap till it flattens
or simply go hunt your insects
like I have gone
to hunt mine.