Fear

by Zhenya Yevtushenko

after Donnie Darko

I asked my fear
atop a mountain overlook
“Where do you go
at night?” - in my voice
it spoke “I go
to every doorslam
like earth to an earthquake, like
a plan to a planecrash, like
emptiness deafening a mailbox, I go
to where every creature dies
alone – those who did & didn’t control
me, from the first man & the last
unicorn to every antichrist & superhero – they all thought
they were alone – but I was watching -