rabbit luck is green as i thought just a moment before, "with this book i've pulled more rabbits out of my ass than any magician out of his hat.." 010727 ... kyla Better than oliphaunts outta yer ears. 010727 ... spoons When me and my brother were little our Grandma let us ride around on the lawn mowers, we were supposed to keep it in turtle but once we got behind the barn we put it in rabbit and raced 011021 ... birdmad the bemused look on my face as it screamed just before the python threw a coil around it the strangest sound 011022 ... tender_square zoey and i were walking south on packard that morning, heading back to the house, when she stopped at the curb to sniff a scent that had caught her interest. i was having trouble pulling her attention away and when i looked along the curb, i saw a rabbit slumped near the back tire of a parked car. it had a bone jutting out of its hind leg and it was in shock, her eyes were the size of silver dollars. i quickly walked zoey two blocks home. i went into the kitchen to get rubber gloves, the small plastic bin i used for recycling, a hand towel, and some shredded carrots and lettuce that i put in a piece of tupperware. i drove back to the location of the rabbit. i laid the towel down in the bin and wore the gloves to lift and place her inside. i didn’t know what i could do for her; i doubted a vet would do anything to help a wild rabbit, so i figured i would make her as comfortable as i could. i wasn’t comfortable leaving her on the street, where another dog could do worse, or the car that she was rested against could back up over her when leaving their parking spot. there was a nearby house with an evergreen tree and it was far enough away from the sidewalk and the boughs were low enough that i thought it would be the safest place for her to rest. i lifted her from the bin and carefully laid her against the ground on her good side. then, i thought it may be best to leave the towel for her, to put something warmer between her and the dirt, and i adjusted her onto it. her breathing was quick. i set out the dish of carrots and lettuce for her, pet her gently with my gloved hand in an attempt to soothe, and then i left, tears blurring my car ride home. back in our bedroom, brandon was still sleeping. i climbed into bed and worked myself into his arms. i couldn’t stop crying, i was soaking his t-shirt with tears. i told him about the rabbit and her injury. he said i’d done all i could do as he rubbed each pebble of my spine. and it felt like he was absolving me for the feelings i carried for another man. i saw myself as that rabbit, maimed and broken, captured by the jaws of something stronger than i was. i went to work that morning but couldn’t stop thinking about the rabbit. i worried i’d done the wrong thing leaving her there, that she was suffering with her injury. i resolved to bring her to the vet. on my lunch break, i drove back to the house with the evergreen tree, brought the gloves with me and the recycle bin again. at first, i couldn’t see the rabbit when i looked beneath the bough; she had dragged herself away from the towel, further towards the trunk of the tree. there was a smear of blood against the white cotton and she hadn’t touched any of the food. i lifted her back inside the bin and drove with her in the passenger seat. when i arrived home, my downstairs neighbor, bill, was outside gardening. i brought the rabbit to him. “what should we do?” the rabbit wasn’t moving. the silence between us widened. “i don’t think that rabbit is alive anymore,” he said. i cried. “maybe she was waiting for me,” i said. “at least i’m glad that i could be with her for her last moment.” i called brandon and told him what had happened, asked if we could do a burial when he got home from work. i placed the bin at the side of the garage for when i returned home later. after work, brandon found a spot by a huge oak that stood as sturdy as he did and dug a hole. i placed the rabbit inside, against the police synchronicity towel i had kept her on all day. before brandon replaced the loose dirt, he threw in two queen anne’s lace, and i wondered if one was for me and the other for him, if this was a burial for a love that would no longer be. 220121 what's it to you? who go blather from