Bunny

Another good thing ended,

and I’m waiting for the next good thing

to end too

The wait feels like

watching your childhood dog

develop a limp in his step

and white hairs on his snout,

and I might just avoid

all of the good things

and stop calling for

the old black labrador,

to save him from the pain

in his squeaky joints

Each of my failed relationships

or whatever you’d call them,

age me seven years

while I watch them go

And when I’m dead in a year

because of my brittle bones,

please wrap me in a sheet

and bury me

in grandma’s backyard,

next to the pet bunny

and every other good thing

that I’ve ever held too tight

Reviews

[Odysseus Wanders]

Wow. Love it. Sick right... to be so in love with loss. Magnificent poem. Its like in the read I just check loss of like a grocery list. Check check check... and im even going to end this one before it even gets started, check! And its so relevant... checking the web-page, because it seems that that is where we live and love and die from nowadays... I like the direct naming of things, if its support by good flow and writing skill... so this works for me. Such a sensitive expression. Wanting to be loved. And like the dog, even if scolded, we always try to return to such faithful folly. Side note and take it with a grain of salt, what if there is no such thing as a failed relationship, and every one, works out perfectly to its proper end... love is a learning ive found. Good poem!

[Odysseus Wanders]

oh, and the ending... the burial... such a powerful scene and graphic... where all the good things go when they die... nice. It got one of those graveyards my self. Great metaphor.

[Emmy J.M. Powell]

Thank you, that all means a lot to me! 🌙 xx