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.