it is wild -
like a sister, ivy,
seven eight days
minutes
turned on to turn off
not fair
who's say
who has say over my life then
marinade me, fatten me up
to be satisfying for your hunger
brute.
immediate drop into a space of rut
after so long
it has been shuddering
one rabbit
gone
taking with it
my sense of center
your eyes
bunny
your quiver in my arms
welling
bunny
goodbye
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