—RABBIT, RABBIT

 

  

Through

 

I missed my connection. You were already in Tangiers, playing Marco Polo in a tub or bobbing for apples beneath the sheets. With your schadenfreude kiss. With a mouth that can fit around anything. Teeth that saw clean through.

  

 

Atlas

 

She calls me Atlas. Drapes doilies over my palms. Puts the whole world in my hands. Shits on top without bothering to wipe. Hops off and hops away. As if that’s all strength will buy you.