August 7, 2015

Zoe Reed

“MAKE BARE THE LEG, UNCOVER THE THIGH”

Isaiah 47:2

I am faded
like the wallpaper’s yellow rabbits
ceaselessly nibbling at the carrot greens.

Pray, cover my body with clover.

An appetite’s a hard thing
to assign to a girl.

If coral be red then
whiskered lips care little
for luck or grasses.

A hill and a dale.

A lab rabbit’s eyes are red
from lack of proper sleep.

Down with lights
11 O’clock.
Time runs out.

from Rattle #20, Winter 2003