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stitch a rabbit pie, bill
jenakajoffer

you’re one smack shy of a cowlick, precious
 1
but my heart still sinks like a sow collapsing
 2
in a burning barn whenever you slink down
 3
the rabbit hole.
 4
 
 
the ghosts lurched ‘round the table
 5
in their tweed suits are still waiting
 6
for their pudding,
 7
but when their milk spills just right
 8
I can see your face rising out the cauldron;
 9
artificially white, wax like beans
 10
that if I rubbed too hard you’d squeak.
 11
 
 
you were always gutless,
 12
burrowed beneath your waistcoat
 13
as you choked the eel in your fist;
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it’s been so long since you held me
 15
like that, long that I’ve squeezed
 16
your suet dumplings.
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I know it’s hard to snatch a hare, bill
 18
but your limbs are so thick
 19
having devoted their long lives
 20
to banging the lard for the pie—
 21
 
 
do you remember?
 22
 
 
the hot prickle on the back of my neck
 23
as you took me by the tail,
 24
wobbling on trick knees
 25
as your pitchfork teeth grizzled my tits
 26
to the ground,
 27
and that lily-liver sauce
 28
dripping out the gaping hole—
 29
the richest sort you ever lushed.
 30

26 Oct 17

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I like 'from' as opposed to "out" in line 9 but niceNheavy otherwise.
 — JKWeb

is it you, your child, or your husband?
 — percocet

Thanks James :)
 — jenakajoffer

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