rabbit in the moon


he wants to hold the wounded animal but is told
don’t touch it, its mother won’t take it back
she slept in the dusty hollow of his throat
a riven sleep, sundered by nebulous memories
dream-fragments of words spoken and suspended
in the air before them, like a crystalized promise
what is past is gone, their mothers tell them to
forget. how does one forget the flow of blood
beneath skin, the way a rabbit freezes in the shine
of the flashlight, the blood trail left behind.
he wants to hold her in his arms but is told
don’t touch her, her mother won’t take her back

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