Bunny
Alison Clara Tan
Bunny tried to feed the future a CBD drink
and couldn’t keep it down. Bunny,
sweet dumple sunset, snagging his glasses
on the strobe lights. Stratford up in flames
tonight. Hey bunny, how you doing.
You been travelling? Summer here
and your chest still a litany of pains
in your best Hawaiian shirt.
Your best friend scats as you get down
to the dark glow of the klezmer,
bunny, paws wet in beer pong cups;
bittersick, bunny, ten miles to run.
When the last guest leaves you close
your eyes and make love to the pendant lamp
then go out to break glass on the balcony,
warm your red tongue with a vape
and count the days till winter comes.
Bless your sweet boy heart, bless a world
slipped over your back like a sweater. Outside
snow hurries. Not a hint of snow.
