VINYL POETRY

Volume 3, May 2011

BIRDIE
Kelly BoykerView Contributor’s Note

Dumbfuck Bunny

I count to a hundred and eleven just to give you the extra seconds, nevertheless, you are invoked easily, a flash through the rusting ship hulls on the cemented oxbow. Recite the alphabet backwards in my mouth, would I still lie, would I lie? Flush the pills and you will see. Blame the dioxine in the river, blame the north wind, vicing my head, blame your squeal, lingering as radio sound, blame the way you freeze when I undress. You are always there, crouched beneath the horsehair couch, grooming your ears. Take the eclipse the tallowed warren, the damp bouquet. Your buck-toothed keening. When I pull you apart there is so little, not a mouthful of fur, not enough to sew a single earflap.