“MAKE BARE THE LEG, UNCOVER THE THIGH”
Isaiah 47:2
I am faded
like the wallpaper’s yellow rabbits
ceaselessly nibbling at the carrot greens.
Pray, cover my body with clover.
An appetite’s a hard thing
to assign to a girl.
If coral be red then
whiskered lips care little
for luck or grasses.
A hill and a dale.
A lab rabbit’s eyes are red
from lack of proper sleep.
Down with lights
11 O’clock.
Time runs out.
—from Rattle #20, Winter 2003