what is the difference between a rabbit and a hare?
a teaser for a very, very special piece coming so soon!
[It's never as simple for the rabbit. Flight, freeze, fawn. No fight. She won’t know justice, because justice isn’t wild. She died for something she couldn’t comprehend. Knowing is one thing, choosing is another; if she had just run faster, maybe her legs would have carried her farther. If she had just known sooner, maybe her might wouldn’t have failed her. Blame the dead one, after all, they always do.]
My Mary / O, Mary, You harvested a metaphor and licked your gardener's thumb, let its touch leech into my bones. Tell me, Mary, how does a hare differentiate itself from a rabbit? By its harboring of bloodlust— Kill. Run. Kill. Gnaw. Kill. Sharpen. —or what society decrees for the docile bunny? Kill. Run. Kill. Gnaw. Kill. Sharpen. When I lay in bed at night, I claw out memories of the hunt. I knew they’d come for me, sucking expired meatscraps and the juice of my worst sins from memory Kill. Run. Kill. Gnaw. Kill. Sharpen. The chase is on again for what or who, I cannot tell Mary, if we go back in time we can press our tongues against my trigger, dig out the root for dinner
Scream, beg, cry the jackrabbit tosses aside those who can’t skin preythings or citruses without making the proper incision &&& the New Girl, let her eat she is oh-so starving; I will deliver, hips rolling in time to our melody, time and time and time again, I am the name sitting flush on her mouth tucked into her jaw, the whistle in between her teeth Kill. Run. Kill. Gnaw. Kill. Sharpen. Mary, here they all are: Beautiful; Madam President; Other; Girl-in-Exile; the boys. Which one holds the pelt by the tail? She’ll have to grin and bare this, my poppy girl.
[Zoology teaches predator and prey, survival of the fittest.
The rabbit forgot to take notes.]
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