RABBITS IN ASTORIA

Where oaktrees were gutted, two tombstones
sit undesignated, blackened stumps bored
and selfless, like Yoruban substances
still lost. Of course, you felt ragweed
go limp, and the dog alarm was still.

Rabbits feed. Their "is" is the law.
White monkeys paw the dandelions, frozen
skyward, discriminate, contingent.
Their bills run forward and geysers explode
and nurture under law excludes nurturing,

and you will take it to the empty courtroom.
Our fresh fruits are lost to us, raised
and returned to us, they are grown there.
In porno mags we lose stallions and fish;
the lawyers are here to prosecute us.

In legal terms, I had a backaches last week.
Your husband stomped in the bathtub
like a birthing calf, the rubbers snapped,
and matches replaced Bics. Out of your bedroom,
pillows hide fins, bunnyslippers point like toes.

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