You loved me when I was an open flower
something nice to look at on sunny days
never asking for much
I loved you like a stone
you were always too heavy to throw
Fox loves Rabbit even though he knows he will have to eat her eventually.
They live in a hole together, disconnected by the sun.
Fox is always wondering when Rabbit will run.
We lie awake for days.
When the flower begins to wilt, each petal is plucked one by one.
The question is never in the asking. The answer is in the falling of each.
On the hottest of days, the stone becomes too much to touch.
I hold it close. I let it burn my fingerprints off.
Why do you always sleep with your back against mine?
“Tell me something beautiful.” Says Fox. In the dark, Rabbit cannot see Fox’s endless black hole of a mouth. She is unaware of the big, sharp teeth. Fox murmurs something. Rabbit thinks: it sounds like a Hallelujah with a lisp.
I drag the stone into the sea.
Fox lets Rabbit go.
When I touch you, your heartbeat sounds like a thousand tiny chandeliers.
Rabbit circles the hole for days.