FurA Poem by LuciaMy neck is warm, too hot- almost The fur is a dyed, pure rabbit lined scarf Poufs of pink and burgundy Lining my neck like blood grown dark with time An ancient death too stark For someone like me- or anyone else to rewind So why not allow my head to hover above my shoulders Cut in two by the static comfort Of something I myself had not done, but shamefully inherited A rabbit’s tail is not like a cartoon, by the way It isn’t just a puffy circular cloud Something that trails the end of a zipper At a high end store, A trinket, an emblem, a status I stole from the thrift store You wouldn’t think I ever kept a rabbit for a pet But I have, and I did for over a decade Only when Mr.Bunny died The dirt in our backyard became his final, no- his finest vestment yet And I too hope to one day line My own body with such fine, Pungent and refined a testament As a meaningfull death © 2018 LuciaAuthor's Note
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