The Rabbit Didn’t Die

Middy, 

        The rabbit didn’t die¹. It’s 11:50 and sweltering in my city, but I shouldn’t expect any less from yours. Beyond the thick heat, this staggering self absorption leads me to believe that I am none the wiser, and in the same vain, that my retelling of any past events is inadequate. 

       Middy, there must be some way of telling you what has happened in so few words, as to spare me the test of dissection. Tuesday, I searched for our laid traps around the apartment and discarded them in a ticking box. I slept in rage, fear, and such regretfulness, a level of which I pray you will never be familiar with. Tuesday I wept, both for the rabbit and for the abject and pointless cruelty of the entire process. You may call me maudlin; it would not be unfair of you to say. There is something inside me, Middy, but I am not uncomfortable with its presence, nor do I believe it will survive long enough to hurt me anymore. Once again I implore you to be in search of a different test subject. Or possibly forgo the investigation altogether, as I can hardly stand the thought of its uncomfortably honest brutality.       

         For I believe, the rabbit should not have to die for us to find out what was never going to work. 

                                                                     Me, most truthfully. 

  ¹ The Rabbit test, or Friedman test,

was an early pregnancy test which  

 required killing and dissecting 

a rabbit to obtain the results.


How do I know when something is Mine

 I                   

am supposed to be  

special 

         new

             perfect 

                     lucky             

                             eager

                                       lying

                                                 famished 

                                      faint                  acknowledged                        

                                                  placed 

                                                              contained

                                        sometimes                           bent                                                                                                                                          

                                                                                                     your (almost) thing

So much so,                                                 

a dog cries out for the ambulance 

and in their severed cadence rings 

a devotion to matching pitch 

a dedication to being wrong 

to recognizing something                                   yours

                                                                                    familiar 

In something unparallel 

desperate                                                                  yelp 

hollowed                                                                 yawn

older- more evil and somehow 

Just as           

loud.


I BELIEVED 

IN A 

KIND OF TIMINGS

T.I.M.I.N.G.S. 

AKINDOF

KINDNESS

KINDREDNESS

KIDSORKIN

IBELIEVED


and you

                 retreated,  

the remaining Romeo spikes caught your cuff 

upon dissension 

like an act of desperate rebellion 

and thus were the 

final blow of a

KINDOF

KINDNESS 

or

COUPDEGRACE

       BUT 

I am permanent every time so 

What are you left with? 

Do you think it’s real?

FUNNILYENOUGH

what is Mine is 

                                                                                  almost (entirely not there).  


What You See When Looking Down

Please don’t turn to me 

choose to say something like 

“Rabbit Rabbit” 

                                                                      An open card on Lombard that says 

thank you and good luck 

                                                                       There’s a waiting grave inscribed  

perpetual care 

“Tibbar Tibbar” 

I thought he was the artist 

But I like to lie                                                ‘What if we were forever’ 


sending  you an instagram reel of a hummingbird with 

the face of a pig and asking,

   Do you think it’s real?


Business

All that was there was the head of the deer I would dream And see you standing with whatever hostess or whoever it may have been. a gas station. A laceration like a hot pink. stretch. mark in the floorboards between. us angry gritted Staring daggers when I tugged on your sleeve Asking is it my turn Can you take me home Will you. meet me there In my dreams I saw the head. Ball rolling is it possible to stop before I get sick. You asked for another set of keys Maybe. to meet me. back home It would make sense to no one but you and I. maybe even. just me Collect your mounted heads And. run In doing so your profile is shrouded by light. Illuminating the edges so. fast and so unbelievably bright white like an angel. that the longer I look and ultimately. I shouldn’t have yet I could. Keep writing about all of this forever until I had no new ways. Of explaining how very very small. I felt to myself at the end of it That vignette that light I mentioned earlier overpowers your centre and slowly so. slowly You become a part of it. all Eaten up and gone 

The business is taken care of                                                                                 As you would say 



The Matter of Beagles

On, or In This Matter of Beagles (open]

One answer - Top answer:

Either is correct. 'On the matter' is a phrase typically reserved for 

opinions or discussions of a topic, while 'in the matter' is 

a term referring to actions taken in regards to a situation. 

Weigh how much the matter truly means to you before selection.  


      How To Know if You're a Martyr [in progress]

30+ answers - Top response:

                On this matter of great and constant suffering, the feeling you learn to live.

                A belief that after discomfort, acceptance and reward will come for you

                regardless of convenience. An acquiescence to exchanges of power- 

                the question of freedom versus complacency. Sacrificing oneself   

                perhaps as the biggest act of love, 

                the result of a trusting disposition.

On This Matter of Beagles [closed]

Top response:

Beagles are most commonly used for animal testing as a result 

of convenience. Their docile and trusting disposition 

allows for a tenacious and effective lab environment. It has been noted 

that the breed as a whole very rarely contests to invasive testing, 

                                                                         and remains easily handled regardless of treatment.



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