Bunny

I am facing west 
Stop speaking to me
When the wind is cold I look right 
Don't talk in facing 

skin to skin 

Monument outgrowth 

Explosion 

Putrid underbelly, soft. 
Not ever white 
Until bleach hits bone

It's hard to put this feeling into words
the sound of it is wet 
but the sensation it creates in your chest is empty.  

soft
white

I am thinking of the time I d
ropped my 
stuffed rabbit, dropp
   ed, barely stuffed if only   skin, 
out of the car window

I am thinking of the 
time 

soft
white 

   ( Screaming )

Am I dancing, my sisters? Are we mothers of  
madness, wed 
to our own monstrous suns, ( ingesting )
salted sea –     satiate our terrible turmoil
 With wind-swept wishes, we moan 

the music of mourning,     tears 
turning over tabernacles as the Be loved 

shhh outs, 

"Meanad, Meanad, feast not on my flesh!" 
& all the while, they fondle us as their 

            favorite food. 

Corse history speaks up; look east 
Orient center     not 
Left not south. Direct orient
Inside - outside
Corner pocket where the angels meet

Little girl           drip-dropping 
In drapes runs naked
Knowing 

all the trees and their costumed faces.
Consume feral like             corpses
Bore nails at                         chalkboard 

Scent clean brown liquor 
On wound mulberry
Wine or maybe             vinegar 

           I am not 

soft
white

Bunny bunny 

I miss you 

Come             back 

Please